There was going to be an entry here about the amazing person my (grand)father was, but I don't feel like it wants to be written. Maybe because I don't need the catharsis, maybe because a lot of people did a lot for me without even realizing it today, or realizing how hard this day was for me, but probably because there is no way I could every accurately tell how amazing and awesome he was, and how he is the most amazing man I've ever known, and there isn't even a close second. He and I have far more in common than I think either of us realized when he was alive, and no one but my grandmother realizes now. That's just as well.

And also, I went to the Eucharist today at church. It's interesting how today (and other days that are similar) it both undoes me, and makes me feel better, at the same time. And coffee with all the old(er) ladies afterwards was fun. I'm beginning to wish I weren't getting a full-time job, because I won't be able to go to the daily services, just the weekends.