i am back home from my grandmothers funeral.
it took place in her home town of Logan, New Mexico. a small town of about two thousand people.
two thousand old people.
two thousand old cowboy people who dont like how i dress.
speaking of dress, i didnt know it was possible to over dress at a funeral by wearing a tie.
i never got the memo that ordered everyone to wear wrangler jeans and bolo ties.
apparently it should have been assumed.
i dont see my family often, so it was good to see them and be told by all of them that i am officially the black sheep.
living in a city is tolerable, liking the city makes me strange.
my grandmothers funeral went well. my mom cried a lot, because she talked to her mom (my grandma) every day for the last several years. i cried but only because i never knew her well.
her last words:"i am so proud of what my grandkids have accomplished."
9:25 p.m. - 2003-06-24
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