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Mar. 2nd, 2006 10:13 amTuesday night I decided to fry my roots so my hair would be presentable (in my terms, at least) for the funeral. Got to hanging out, forgot what I was doing, left the harsh chemicals on my head for 20 minutes longer than I should have. Went to rinse, and my hair came off with it. I now have a bleach white high-and-tight.
The funeral was yesterday. Mom, Dad, and my brother picked me up and we zoomed up to Jackson, met my grandmother and Billy's sister, went to the funeral. The service was very short, and focused on Billy's life as a Christian, which was a nice change from funerals in recent memory.
The one glaring issue was that my grandmother was mentioned in the service exactly once, despite their relationship of many years, and also despite the fact that they have a double headstone and her name is already on it. I got the feeling Billy's family wants nothing to do with her for the most part, but thankfully preachers are not known for defacing headstones.
I do not like seeing my grandmother cry.
I got home and immediately set about polishing off a six pack of beer.
The funeral was yesterday. Mom, Dad, and my brother picked me up and we zoomed up to Jackson, met my grandmother and Billy's sister, went to the funeral. The service was very short, and focused on Billy's life as a Christian, which was a nice change from funerals in recent memory.
The one glaring issue was that my grandmother was mentioned in the service exactly once, despite their relationship of many years, and also despite the fact that they have a double headstone and her name is already on it. I got the feeling Billy's family wants nothing to do with her for the most part, but thankfully preachers are not known for defacing headstones.
I do not like seeing my grandmother cry.
I got home and immediately set about polishing off a six pack of beer.