40+ members of my family were sequestered in a small social hall in the church for nearly two hours. It was delightful. At one point, Kim and Joy walked in. They have been wonderful today. We prayed and headed to the sanctuary. There was one row for the children, and another for the grandchildren. Amazingly, I didn't cry much. Just during the processional and all the music and recessional. To quote Joy, "I was fine until YOU started." Becca and SB cried a lot. And then was a very unique burial, where people said wonderful things about my grandmother. SB spoke for the grandchildren, and took some flowers to press in her Bible. It was all very nice. Joy and Kim rescued me and took me to Barnes and Noble for Frappucino and dinner, and then to their house for a movie and coffee. They have been AMAZINGLY supportive today. I appreciate it so much. And now we've got to adjust. It's going to be hard. But we're going to be okay. The preacher actually said today...she's free. Free from pain, from suffering, from the pettiness of this world and she's gone on to somewhere better. And I think of SB and Emily, and their losses. And I hope that they know whenever they feel lost about Claire or Lane, that my grandmother is there, being a grandmother to them, being a grandmother to everybody. Because that's what she was. A grandmother to everybody, with a home you could always come to. And I know that she's in heaven, with a home everybody comes to. RIP Grandmama--July 9, 1920 - September 17, 2003 Goodnight, Grandmama. I know I'll see you again.