I've been pretty bummed since Grandma Annette died.
She was really one of my very bestest friends ever in the entire universe.
I know everyone dies. I know we all experience loss. I'm aware that Grandma Annette was old and had an incredible life.
But I just miss her.
I'm not a sad, emotional type of person. Usually, I laugh at everything, swear, make nasty jokes, and have a bad attitude about life. I am normally really good at ignoring my feelings.
I guess people can tell when you are sad and not yourself.
I've received comments and emails from you guys which is so kind. People I've never met offering me words of comfort renews my faith in mankind.
My sis-in-law, Stephanie, brought me bright flowers and sugar cookies. It was so thoughtful and nice that I almost cried on my doorstep like a little baby.
My mom brought me candy I like and a children's book that is so sweet and poignant that I can barely get passed the second page without tears.
My friend Gayle immediately texted me from California - where the funeral was - and offered to organize the food for the funeral. She literally would have done anything we needed her to. She is awesome and has a equally awesome daughter named Lizzy.
Gayle even lent me white tablecloths
for the memory table (that's probably not the correct term, but it's the tables in the reception area at a funeral where you put a guestbook and a ton of pictures.)
It was so nice of her to trust me with anything white.
Then a few days ago I found a huge phallic squash placed on my doormat.
If the giver of this was trying to make me feel better by giving me penis shaped food it totally worked.
If the giver was simply sharing their harvest it still made me laugh because I'm a 10 year old boy who laughs at wiener stuff.
My "I look hotter than you in a bikini" friend, Christie, sent me a card all the way from Florida.
The envelope was deceiving and didn't prepare me for what was inside.
Look at what her innocent little boy drew on the envelope.
I opened it up and found myself staring into this:
A cartoon cat's butt-hole.
What is wrong with her?
I always knew Christie was a good artist, but this could be her best drawing yet.
A seriously heartwarming note was written inside.
It's nice to have friends that just get you.
P.S. My kitten lays on it's back when I hold him.
(BTW, Christie, you should draw and post it on your blog. Do what I say.)