Round & Round We Go

My grandmother passed away last night. She was daddy's mother, so I know they are having a big reunion in Heaven with my grandfather, who died when I was 10. It's only been a month since we buried dad and now we will have to bury his mom. But...I'm glad daddy went before her, because if he'd have had to bury her, it would've killed him for sure. And that's the way he wanted it...to die before his mom. So I guess it worked out.

Of course, this just means, another visitation, another funeral, another loss. How much can we stand? I wasn't that close to my grandmother, but the loss hurts just the same...and is compounded by the fact that I'm still nowhere near dealing with dad's death. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to go completely crazy and lose it. And then other times, I feel half-way normal.

This morning, I thought I saw dad in the car in front of me. This guy's hair was the same color, same consistancy, everything...

I guess 'normal' has been redefined for me now.