The funeral

It's been a few days since my past post that made me want to start a blog. I'm going to try to make an effort to continue writing since it is, in a masturbatory sense, cathartic.

The funeral was held this past Thursday. We went in a limo. I remember telling my father that I did not want to go to the funeral in a limo. It gave me a very awkward feeling. I don't know exactly why. Perhaps I had a strange feeling since it wasn't the natural order of things for me. It was an issue of experiencing something unknown or rare out of my normal comfort zone. It also could have been irrational feeling due to the funeral itself. I'm not sure.

I talked with some relatives I had not seen in awhile. It was a bittersweet feeling. It reminded me of all of the things I have been neglecting in my life, but it was just very pleasant to reconnect. One family member said that her new goal in life was to create a graphic novel. I first thought negatively about the idea, but then my better half kicked in. I talked for about an hour with her regarding her plans to create the graphic novel. I remember myself just being so in admiration of her. It wasn't admiration for coming up with the ideas or planning involved in getting the project off the ground. I was admiring her for the passion she had in just talking about her idea. She could have been talking about shoveling a pile of dirt and I still would have been just as impressed. It was a vibe that I hadn't observed in quite some time and it honestly took me by surprise. I wish her all the best.