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[lunesque]

So, today, my mother and I decided to walk all through downtown Conway and worm are way into the antique shops to oooh and ahhh over all of the nifty old stuff.

There was an absolutely lovely napkin set that was white with white stitching on it, and I want to buy it when I have money again.

The thing that affected me most, though-- that was strange.

As I've said before, I'm kind of a cold sort of person-- I don't miss anyone at all, even though I might love and adore them and not see them for years, I just. Don't miss anyone. Ever.

But today, there was this lovely ceramic blue swan, and I thought, Wow, Grandma would love that! And remembered, of course, that my grandmother's dead, and like an idiot, started crying in the middle of the store.

I know people always says that grief affects everyone differently, but I had cried for my grandmother the night before the funeral, and hadn't since. Until today.

I don't know what I'm really trying to say, though. I feel sort of stilted right now. I guess it's just that grief is a strange thing.

I'm going to go karaoke by myself now.