I went to a funeral today for my late grandfather and late uncle. Obviously I cried buckets, and I hate crying in front of people but I did anyways. Instead I dug my nails into my skin (which is a bad habit I picked up recently), so now I have a bunch more marks.
What I'm pissed about is how long it took. I woke up at 8 AM and went to my grandma's house at 9 AM, staying there until 11:30 AM when we left. It took us over an hour to get to the funeral home, which was in Montreal. And it took
three hours before the service actually started. What the heck happened? We went to a buffet afterwards, which was nice but I feel that we spent more time there than needed; The adults were having a looong conversation after eating and I just wanted to go to the car and sleep. We drove back, but instead of going to my house, we went back to my grandma's. Listen, I love my grandma, but I just really wanted to go home and nobody understood that. Anyway, I went back home at 9 PM. What a crap day, I'm so glad to be back and that I can finally relax.