trinityvixen | Iron Man do-over?

So, um, it seems like everyone thought it was awesome from what I could tell of LJ. Who didn't get to see Iron Man (or who has and wants to see it again) who'd like to go with me?

I'm thinking any time this week except Friday and the weekend. (Gotta go home for Mother's Day and be sure my mother's okay.) Sound off in comments.

*

The funeral was lovely, really, though not to my taste at all. The Christian thing continues to irk me, which sorta helped me control the crying jag or fifty I had on the day. The pastor of the tiny church in Nowhere, Iowa was very good, but the more he talked about Elaine (Gramie) going with god, being with god in spirit, etc. the more I sort of tuned out. I was respectful, but I just cannot stand this insistence on god, god, god. I'm glad that it's exactly what she would have wanted, and they made us all feel very welcome and took care of us so well, and I'm grateful. I only wish that that kind of goodwill could come without the church setting in the future.

The funeral home did a good job with the body, but it was so freaky to see my grandmother like that after six years of only pictures. My brother brought her a lei from Hawai'i and she was buried wearing it. She lived in Hawai'i for a few months after divorcing my grandpa, and those were easily the happiest times of her life after the divorce. It was very fitting.

We divided up her albums and took pictures from them that she'd collected. I got a couple of really cute ones of her and one HILARIOUS one of she, my mother, and aunt. They'd gone to a studio to have pictures done and they caked makeup on them and teased their hair to ridiculousness...Oh, I need a scanner. I'll post it, I swear, if only because my grandmother looks the best of the three of them. We drank wine and laughed about the crazy stuff she kept, and my mom kept sneaking all the junk my aunt didn't want into the box she was taking with her. I can't wait to hear the phone call she gets when my aunt figures that out...

Being together was so good, though. We decided we should do a memorial trip every year or every other to some hard-to-get-to place (not necessarily one as dull as Iowa). I think that would be fun because having my siblings around really cheered me up, and I know it helped my mom.

In short, I'm still fine, though prone to tearing up when talking about the funeral. When talking about my grandmother, it's easier. I just hope it gets better for my mother. She's made us all promise to hold an Irish wake for her (everyone gets drunk), to which we unanimously, and unhesitatingly went, No problem. I announced my plan to be recycled (donate organs, feed the rest to hungry sharks), and, lo, got weird looks. It's okay, I'm used to it.

Our second mom, Mrs. D, flew out with me, and we had an easy time of it, and it was better to go with someone than alone. (I probably would have been a weepy thing all alone.) Thanks to everyone who's wished well and expressed condolences. I'm more or less okay and just looking forward to hanging out with people as is the usual thing. I don't like to dwell on being sad. Hence the "HEY WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE MOVIES WITH ME" start to this post.