In reading the obituary, I got very angry, as I'm missing the services in Colorado...and not thinking that "hey, there should be more services in KC." I'm a little scatterbrained right now.
Anyway, I panicked, called home a gajillion times (thanks for asking the right questions, rogh_sensei
and Tina), and then called my Aunt Rose, who has all of the right answers in this case (she would...she's the executor of the will, I believe), and we talked a bit about how Grandpa wouldn't want us to worry about things, as God will take care of them.
In short, "consider the lilies of the field." God has a funny way of making His truths known, even in these nasty-stressful situations.
Meanwhile, my maternal grandmother told me about something that Grandpa had told her when my maternal grandfather passed away, and she told my brother the same thing. "We do not grieve the death. We celebrate the life."
I'm still struggling with the difference in grieving and celebrating, but I'm getting better.
I'll be packing for the upcoming weekend soon, and while I'm still not in a place of comfort, at least emotionally speaking, but every day is a step in the right direction.
Grandpa, you've touched my life in amazing ways, and I will always hold you in my heart.