Well, it shows how many funerals I've been to in the past few years when I didn't even remember my grandpa was never buried. We buried his ashes in the cemetary yesterday, and from oldest to youngest, each person took a turn shoveling dirt over his box. I was the only grandchild who showed up, and two great-grandchildren were also there. After some words and some memories we gathered at my grandma's house for food and drinks and good times
I was having a lot of laughs until I couldn't find my mom and finally went inside to find her SMOKING a cigarette with my uncle
I said "Mom! What are you doing?" and she said "I just had to have a little puff" and I said "No you didn't!" and I was pretty upset. On the way home some tears came and I made her promise not to do it again. I don't want her to mess up her health because she's really important to me. She shouldn't be smoking with all the medicine she's on. I was so proud of her for quitting, and I was telling everyone that yesterday. I was even talking to my uncle about it about 30 minutes before she was smoking his cigarette
I feel let down.