(certain kind of sadness)

My grandmothers funeral was this morning, and it was just as filled with crying, arguing about wills, and Fundamentalist preaching as I'd assumed. Still cried like crazy, before getting angry at everyone and coming home to crash for a few hours.
A picture of my maternal grandmother on the left on her confirmation day, and my paternal grandmother in the right, where she is totally the poster girl for the depression.

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