I know Rachel and Ashley posted about the funeral and whatnot, but I have things to say too. It was a lovely funeral, although everytime I looked at my dad, it made me cry. And as Ashley said, our whole row lost it when Mark finished singing and then turned his head and sobbed. Shannon came and sat in the back and she said she cried when, after the funeral was over and everyone was leaving, she was trying to make her way to the front and saw us all clinging to each other. She said Dave and Rachel and I hugging took her over the edge and she didn't even know my grandma. I was mostly thankful that no one asked all of us to sing again, like at my grandfather's funeral, which Shannon said was completely heartbreaking. But we did it because my grandma asked us to. Just like this go-round, I was a pallbearer because they said my grandfather wanted the granddaughters to do it too. So that was new and different. Rachel and Ashley kept talking about how she wasn't even their grandma, so Rachel was like, I don't know why I'm crying so hard. But really, just because you didn't grow up with her, doesn't mean you don't have the right to be upset. What got me again yesterday was that while were at the house with all the family, my grandfather said that she mentioned she wanted to get me a mixer for Christmas. She and I made a cake together last weekend while we were there and I told her about how I tried to make meringue, but it didn't turn out so hot because I don't have a mixer so I had to whisk it by hand. I'm just so worried about my grandfather and what he's going to do now. Regardless of whether he stays at his house for a while or moves in with someone else, he's just going to be so lost...