Sunday, March 19, 2017
Freddy says that the more we cry it means that the more we have loved, but I just wish that it didn't hurt so bad. Oliven said to me the other day, "Mommy, I am so sorry that your grandma died." Vander turned to him and with clenched teeth said, "Oliven I told you not to talk about that. You know that makes her cry."
We spent the next 4 days at Uncle Ken and Karen's house. Several people came back on Wednesday so we could all just be together. Uncle Ken found and brought out some puzzles that "Little Fred" Hinze made in the early 1900s with a jig saw. They were really neat. We enjoyed putting them together.
Thursday Uncle Ken, Karen, Grandpa David and I spent the day together.
On Friday everyone came over to talk, laugh, hug, remember, and be together in Grandma's honor. We sat around the fireplace and tried to share stories about grandma. I didn't go to bed until around 2 or 3am and felt super sick after drinking with my family.
On Saturday Freddy, Colby, Alex and I went up to Anaheim. We spent the day lounging in the hot tub and eating lots of veggies. Sunday afternoon I flew home. I could hardly breath knowing that I was leaving all the people who know the grief and pain that I am feeling and returning home where life is just going on as usual.