Grandma's funeral was today. 89yrs old. It was a celebration of a life well lived.
Grandpa died 25yrs ago when he was 72. She talked about him often. I can't help but think now of how lonely some or maybe most of those years must have been.
W offered a few words of kindness and sympathy to me.
On a lighter note, W was trying on a couple spring dresses last week and modeled them for me. She asked my opinion of them. I told her she looked nice, which she did.
That being something she hasn't done in a while along with our other positive interactions leaves me feeling good. I'm making some changes that I like about myself and maybe one day she'll tell me she likes them too.
We don't talk much if at all in the mornings. She has been sending me a text here and there during the middle of the day. Sometimes I respond sometimes I don't. From 6p.m. till 9p.m. things are really "normal". We share interesting tidbits about our day.(mostly her) We talk and joke and play with S together. After he goes to bed we just kinda go to our separate ends of the house. She still sleeps on the couch every nite.
Its not ideal but I will take the improvement. Seems like we are friends again.
