Thank to everyone who read or responded to my post yesterday about my emotions following a wake. The funeral was generally nice, other than a sermon about an evil Jew who was set to destroy Christianity until he found Jesus. There was more testifying about Grandma, but it was more focused on her being a good person, instead of a godly person. After the graveside service, which is much shorter when everyone doesn’t line up to help with the burial, we gathered at a local bar with a back room for lunch. I spent nearly three hours catching up with cousins, aunts, uncles, and my step-dad’s wife (he and my mom split over a decade ago). I didn’t hermit at all, which is amazing for me. I came home exhausted from both being social and emotional all day, and driving both ways in NYC rush hour traffic. Ugh. I got matzoh ball soup, a meat kinish, a hot dog, and a Dr. Brown’s black cherry for dinner. My favorite kind of comfort food.

Thanks again for all the comfort and support. I’m going to go back and read all the comments that I missed, but not tonight.