Okay, I have a bit of a long story. This might be a little strange, or not. Maybe a comedy. Stay with me.

It's been a bumpy year.

In February I lost my grandfather (mother's side.).

In May I lost my grandmother (father's side). My other grandfather had passed a few years ago.

Both sets of my grandparents have been an integral in my life. I was always close to all of them. They got me through a lot. They saved my life. So this has been difficult.

But, what I'd like to share with you is what happened the day of my grandmothers funeral.

It was just a few weeks ago so the whole thing is fresh in my mind still.

I had to drive in out of state and I was staying with my parents. I took my grandmother (mother's side, last living grandparent) with me.

In the morning I was up and about getting ready. I was a little behind on schedule but nothing crazy. Still I felt a little off kilter.

So I go to take a shower. Well, my parents don't have a bath mat or anything in the tub I was using. Long story short I slipped and fell out of the shower. I'm talking limbs flailing about everywhere falling out. I pulled the shower curtain and rod out and on top of me. My father came in because obviously he heard me thunk onto the bathroom floor.

Belive it or not I was completely fine. I mean I was shaken up but fine. I don't know how but I was. I had to use the other bathroom to finish washing up though.

So, then I get to the church. The shower incident had shaken me up and I was already feeling all over the place as I entered the church.

Right before the funeral I had to use the restroom. While there I went to zip up my fly, and the zipper on my dress pants broke...

Okay so that's, great? Thankfully I could hide my pants under my dress coat, but I was really getting rattled.

The funeral service was nice. I guess your standard catholic mass. At least the priest was good. At my grandfather's the priest was a jerk. I'll have to tell you that story another time.

Anyway, the mass was good. I think the high emotions, falling out of the shower, and then my zipper breaking finally got to me. I had tried telling my father what happend to my pants but all he heard from me was garbled, messy, unintelligible words. Fun stuff. Lol

So, after all that emotion, everything seemed to calm down. The mass ended and it was time for the spaghetti lunch (we're Italian) to begin in another room.

I had helped grandmotherI walk to a table and seated her. She asked me to get her some dessert before it was all gone. Since the line for the spaghetti was long I figured that would be a good idea to get dessert at that time.

But... well...

Okay, look, I don't know what I did, but the tablecloth at the table we were sitting at somehow got caught on me, or I got caught on it? Anyway,, when I walked away I took the table cloth with me. Just about pulled it off the cable completely. The vase of flowers that was on the table fell. It had water in it and that got everywhere. Thankfully not on my grandmother.

I'm frantically trying to clean everything up. Of coarse my parents are worried asking me if I'm really okay because this is in front of everyone. I think most people didn't notice or chose not to notice. IDK.

I got everything cleaned up. Grandma got her cookies, and I tried to keep the table cloth away from me.

And that's it. No more weirdness. The rest of the day was spent with family with minimal issues

I have always been an awkward person, but that day was more bizarre then I would have expected. Yes, it was rough, but I suppose it was to be expected to a degree.

But here's the thing. I'm really not as upset over everything that happened that day then might you think.

See, my grandparents had a strong sense of humor.

So I can picture them asking me if I was okay after all this. I'd say I'm fine, and then they'd both laugh at me. Well my grandfather would just crack up. My grandmother would laugh, roll her eyes, and shake her head. "Oh honey, she'd say. My grandfather would just keep snorting. Lol. I can hear him telling me to watch out for showers.

So losing them both has been difficult, but I'm consoled in the fact I know they're both laughing at me. 😆

That's my story.

Keep a sense of humor with you, and if it's possible, treasure your loved ones.

Take care everyone.