Funeral.

I'm about to leave to begin the long process of getting to Maine to pay my respects to my great grandmother. My Dad brought home a lot of her belongings the day after she passed, and they're all sitting in my parent's garage. Going through it all was so surreal. I saw a picture of her from the 20's, and I can't even believe its her. She has this large bell collection (she's the reason why I began to love bells so much) and I'm excited when those get passed down to me, though it wont be for years.

She had so many photos of me when I was a baby, and it made me remember that she had always been in my life, I just can't remember it all. It's sad, in a way, that's she's gone now, but I think 99 years was a long enough life, I can't imagine ever living that long.