I feel so so weird. I�ve had a good weekend�and this is not normal�Saturday, Matt and I took Dad to pick up his new Harley Streetglide (I�ve promised myself Bike lessons soon (motor, not push�) and I want to own my OWN Harley (seen some swoon-worthy (ha ha) bikes) chopper (oh er) by the time I�m 29 (so it can�t be classed as a mid-life crisis!)), and we even managed to clean the car out beforehand with only minimal snappage (at each other of course)�then we hung out at his brothers and generally it was a non-too bad day (I say generally�but not really)�Then yesterday we went bed shopping and, without ANY arguments, we trawled round several bed shops, made a stop off for dog birthday presents (he�s 1 on Friday�on Kate�s anniversary to be exact!), ACTUALLY PURCHASED a bed (SUPER Kingsize�wow wow wow wow wow�I shan�t go on)�and it was generally just a good weekend. Lots of love�no arguments�lots of cuddles�lots of understanding. It was O.K.
With one exception�my Grandad passed away on Saturday and I don�t know how to feel.
I�m numb and non-upset and I sporadically have fits of realisation where I cry and then start to think everything is normal. I�m mental. And I�m crying. And I�m at work.
I�m going.
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