Truth be told: I feel completely drained.

It seems like there’s been so many arrangements. So much to quickly do and swift action to be taken.

The fam is coming in tonight. Middle of the night, to be exact. Cause it’s way easier to travel with a five and a two year old at 1a.m.

One nice thing about death and funerals is that it brings everyone together. And that’s a nice common purpose to be brought together under.

The celebration of a loved one’s life.

It puts all the petty b.s. into perspective – because let’s face it – every family has it.

The bullshit and the pent up anger about something that is most likely stupid and all the so called or so thought of injustices that form in our heads from sharing an entire life with our family.

Death puts that shit in place.

Does it really matter?

Those things which piss us off or have “hurt” us turn out to be not nearly as big of a deal as we made them out to be. In fact, when you get down to it, none of that f-ing matters.

That’s the best part of all of this. I get to see things in their entirety and be reminded of what is important.

Being together and coming together with support and positivity.

Alright, and maybe a nap or five.

I could so go for one of those right about now.