Thank you to everyone for all of your love and kidness. Things have been slowly coming around. We had the viewing on Sunday and the funeral just yesterday. It is equally upsetting to say goodbye to a loved one, as the fact that we so often find ourselves greeting loved ones we have not seen in years. Yesterday I hugged and kissed family strangers who remember me in diapers and whose names I associate with dramatic stories and cannot put to faces. But the ceremony was beautiful. All four grand children spoke, which turned out to be the most difficult part of the service. My father cried, which surprised many of us. I'm not sure if his tears were fully due to grandma, or if he was not perhaps thinking of his own father, as both my parents now have lost the parent they were closest to. Grandpa seems to be doing alright. I think he was prepared for it. I think he's been prepared for it and even if that isn't the case, his mind is too mushy to really dwell on it. He cried of course, but that's healthy. Wherever grandma is now, I hope she's happy and I really hope she can see all the beautiful floral arrangements about our homes. She was always so fond of her posies. I've been exhausted lately. Perhaps it's mental exhaustion--tiredness from crying--or maybe I'm just used to an 11 o'clock curfew to wake again at quarter to six during band camp. At any rate, I've been a regular dog lately, sleeping as much as I can and getting up and going down at odd hours. This is my last week in my house before I claim another space as home. By Wed. of next week I'll be in my dorm, filling a room with z's with a stranger and waking up to the smells of unfamiliarity. But it will all feel comfortable eventually. Not like home though--a dwelling is made a home by love and love alone. My eyes are drooping so that's all tonight. I shall try to be more informative as the excitement of college life approaches. Thank you all again for your prayers and concern. Carrie