So at the funeral today, it was full military honors on Arsenal Island. We met at the Radisson. And then drove to the Arsenal in the procession. We got out of the car and my Gran grabbed my arm. We walked up towards the tent and I couldn't help but think as I looked down at her head that she has been through so much loss. Her name is Grace and she epitomizes it. The immediate family were sobbing...and I find that to be the worst of all. When you want to go comfort someone, just give them a hug....but you don't know them all that well. And you've got your Grandmother on your arm anyway. I walked her up to my father's grave, too...and as I was thinking about it...I really felt like I was going to break down and cry. Not about losing this cousin per se, but for all the losses so many of us have had to try to remain strong through.
Right then, as I was about to cry, my cousin's little grandson was being carried in front of Grandma and me. He looked at me and started doing
