Wake

So I just came back from my Great-Aunt's wake. That was weird. This has been a really weird past couple of days. I think I need a weekend from my weekend.

The actual funeral is Tuesday, which also means I'm going to miss school, which will put me behind, and I can't afford to get behind this year. So that's terrifying.

Also, there's been a sharp decline in viewers lately on this blog, so sorry I guess? I dunno. Sorry I can't entertain you any better?

But on a different note, I learned something today.
I watched my Great-Uncle stand over the body of his oldest sister today, less than five years after standing over his other sister's. He didn't cry. I don't know if he cried during my grandmother's, either. He stood hunched over her two-day old body. He spoke to her like an old friend. He left with a grief-stricken despondency. He turned back, and smiled. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a happy smile. It was a terribly saddening smile, but he smiled anyway. I think when you've seen that much death in your life, you realize that crying doesn't do anything. Tears don't bring them back. They probably wouldn't want to be back, anyway. Optimism is your best defense in a time of danger, or grief, or sadness, or anything. Smile. Smiling can do no wrong.

So yeah. It's been a really weird weekend. I'm sorry I don't have more to write about.

Cheers.