I finally got to buy the new Death Cab CD today. I put it on as soon as I got back to the car, and promptly started crying about five notes into the first song. I'm not even sure
why. A combination of things, I guess.
I took a longer route home just so I could stay in the car and listen to the whole CD. It had just stopped raining and the sun was coming through the clouds and it was just so beautiful, and I don't know, I'm just in a strange emotional place right now, and I can't stop thinking about my grandma, so I think this CD is going to end up meaning a lot to me. Not that it wouldn't have already, because it's Death Cab, and they're such an important band for me. Their music pretty much got me through my senior year of high school, and I think it will do the same for me now.
I love them so much. I can't wait for the concert next month. ♥
My trip to Chicago for the memorial service was...interesting. Good. I feel weird saying it was fun, because it wasn't, but it was mostly enjoyable. My dad's family can't be together for any period of time without ending up laughing hysterically at something or another - like my dad randomly playing "White Christmas" on the organ my aunt Debbie has in her living room. And it was nice to talk about my grandma and remember all the funny stories and good times of her life..
We made these poster collages of pictures of her, and the earlier photos of her, from when she was around my age and younger, were so lovely. She was such a beautiful woman, in all ways. I hope I can somehow get ahold of them or ask my aunt to scan them and then email them to me, because I'd love to have them.
So many people loved her. I really miss her a lot.
I think the trip can be summed up in this conversation that happened while we were waiting to board the plane at Sky Harbor:
Guy behind us in line, noticing my dad's Cubs hat: Oh, are you guys going to a Cubs game?
Dad: No, we're going to a funeral. Pretty much the same thing.
Woman in front of us wearing a Bears shirt: Yeah, except the beer's cheaper at the funeral.
Haha, oh man.
I drank at the V.F.W. (Veterans of Foreign Wars) Club in Villa Park, Illinois. Which is something that I don't think many people I know can say.
I'm in here sort of having yet another emotional breakdown and my mom's yelling at me to come play
Bunco. She plays every month with her friends, and I have to fill in for someone who couldn't make it. Woohoo.
I want to stay alone in my room and listen to Death Cab and maybe cry a little. Why won't she let me be emo?! ;)