So, my grandma’s funeral was today. I was bawling when a gnat flew straight up into my nose and got caught there. People were handing me tons of tissues because I WAS crying, but I was also intentionally blowing snot rockets hard to get it out and, TBH, grandma would’ve LOL’d
My condolences on your loss! As my taller cousins carried out my grandmother’s casket, there was a subtle tumbling sound which made me hold my breath for a moment, hoping the Fifth of Johnny Walker Black Label we’d stashed in there (her favorite) didn’t break… Mom didn’t know or notice.
I wore my sparkly Doc Martens to my grandmother's funeral, because she loved any with glitter in it.
My mother hated it and threw a fit which my grandmother would also have loved.