Well, that went well

My gram's funeral went as well as could be expected. Which is much much better than I thought it would be.

My aunt & co. all but ignored me, which was the best I could have hoped for.

Everyone else was nice. It was really good to see some of those peeps.

We drove by the pond house, and as I said to Nick, the spot is there, but the house is gone. In its place is a behemoth that really doesn't fit, but eh, not my problem anymore.

I got to show Nick the pond, and the graves of my family, and tell him the stories of my life that I hadn't so far. I got to introduce him to my family.

I got to say good-bye to North Reading. I got to say the final good-bye to Gram.

I feel better about things.

So, that's done, and it went well.