Sometimes the grief hits days later, as I am finding out.
As soon as the activity of the past busy week began to die down the mourning process began. I am not depressed and woeful all the time, but I find myself shedding tears easily and often.
It makes me especially grateful when I'm given a little tidbit like this that makes me laugh:
I was explaining to the boys, once again, that it is okay to be sad for us because we will miss grandpa, but that we can also be happy for grandpa that he is in such a wonderful place feeling so happy and free. I told them how I pictured grandpa watching over us and keeping us safe like St. Michael the Archangel, and how grandpa would always be with us. Every party we have he will be there. Every time we are afraid he will be there. He will always be watching over us.
I thought I had sufficiently explained and comforted the boys until Joey looked at me and said, "Um... mom? Does that mean Michael Jackson is watching over us too?"