The in-laws are in town...
or so my mother says.
Its so awkward with my ATL grandparents here.
I understand that they are terribly distraught that their son just died,
but they don't have to a) sit and stare, b) talk about God every other thing they say, or c) talk about how great of a man my father was.
ATL grandmother is on Xanax, so she is acting so strange.
The first visitation service is tonight.
I get to stand up by my father's open casket for nearly 3 hours while people come and tell me how sorry they are.
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the thought, but I feel like half of it is out of pity and it makes me feel bad for the people who are truly sincere.
Oh, and when refering to the casket earlier, ATL grandfather said "coffin."
How terribly morbid is that?
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