My granddad passed away yesterday afternoon. I think he was waiting to go home, because he just got back from the hospital the day before. I can't believe I don't have a grandfather anymore. We buried him this morning. I didn't bawl at the gravesite like I thought I would. It hurts them when you do that, you know. Not that it doesn't hurt them when you bawl away from the gravesite...Which I often do. My eyes hurt. I also think I'm developing an ulcer in my mouth. Either that or I have gum disease. Oooh, yummy. We're having tahlil for the next two nights at my grandparents' house. Come by if you can. It's hard to be alone with my thoughts. Keeping busy is good, but I'm just not in the mood to do that. The best I did was when I made tuna sandwiches from everyone yesterday evening. The smell of tuna makes me want to hurl though. I did however have two sandwiches, out of pure starvation. I can't believe that he's just a body in the ground now. I'm so having trouble accepting that. But that's just how it's meant to be.