nashville life

Well, it's hard to believe it's been a week since Granddaddy past, and i have been at home. It's been extremely difficult accepting that he isn't here- in the backyard- literally. i hate looking out the window and seeing his house right there. it's a symbol of what's been and uncertainty of the future. God, i know i will go through all the "stages" and not sure where i am right now- am i mad? depressed? . i have faith in you that it was Granddaddy's time to come home. i have been joking with mother that i've diagnosed our family as short-term bipolarism- all we've done since Granddaddy's homecoming is laugh and cry. his service was sweet. i only hope that when i go home to God's hands, some many people would come to my funeral. Granddaddy had been pretty much house-bond for the past five years and still had 400-500 people filling the auditorium at hillsboro. my realized the day after the service that we forgot to mention his job as an auditor for the Fed. Milk Market. BUT, it's wasn't his priority. he loved God, his family, and his family at hillsboro. he did a lot in life, helped a lot of people. i will miss him. please pray for our family.