Kay Frances Cunningham
12/24/1934-8/27/09
today, at 10:00 AM, we buried my grandmother.
I was her baby, she always told me that, always told me how handsome I was, and always thought I was a good kid, even though I'm as stubborn as my Father, and his Father, Hugh Paul Cunningham, who I was named after.
She would always tell me how much I reminded her of him, even though he passed 2 years before I was born, I wish I could have met him.
this is the hardest death I've had to deal with.
it definitely takes a toll when you don't believe that she is going to a "better place"
but I do know that she was ready.
today at the cemetery I held myself together pretty well, until I saw my Brother and my Father crying, then I broke.
I posted this here because I know nobody uses livejournal anymore, so nobody will read it. I know how awkward and weird it is to bring up death to people, especially the ones I care about. I wouldn't want to burden them, I just like keeping my problems to myself.
I could keep going on and on about how else I feel, but this is good for now, the screen is getting too blurry.
I need to rest my troubled head.
12/24/1934-8/27/09
today, at 10:00 AM, we buried my grandmother.
I was her baby, she always told me that, always told me how handsome I was, and always thought I was a good kid, even though I'm as stubborn as my Father, and his Father, Hugh Paul Cunningham, who I was named after.
She would always tell me how much I reminded her of him, even though he passed 2 years before I was born, I wish I could have met him.
this is the hardest death I've had to deal with.
it definitely takes a toll when you don't believe that she is going to a "better place"
but I do know that she was ready.
today at the cemetery I held myself together pretty well, until I saw my Brother and my Father crying, then I broke.
I posted this here because I know nobody uses livejournal anymore, so nobody will read it. I know how awkward and weird it is to bring up death to people, especially the ones I care about. I wouldn't want to burden them, I just like keeping my problems to myself.
I could keep going on and on about how else I feel, but this is good for now, the screen is getting too blurry.
I need to rest my troubled head.
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