*clings* Well, the truth is, I can't go because there are conflicting things happening, but I'm not sure if I'd feel better if I did go. I didn't know him as well as I'd have liked to, because mostly he was just 'that sweet old smiling fellow who waved to me at Bingo', and I'd feel sort of like I was just becoming to be there, if you know what I mean... I wouldn't feel like I was supposed to be there, not the way I would if it were Anna or Grandma Jennie. So I don't know; but I can't go. I didn't say good-bye very well at Grandma's funeral, either, I don't think, because I still think she's alive. I always forget. And I still feel guilty because I was afraid to go to see her body after she'd died, and I think I should have... so--
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Date: 2004-12-03 07:19 pm (UTC)--I'm messed up. >_> I'm sorry. Gah.