Today is the big day of Grampa's 95th birthday
party.
Galahad & I are staying at my sister's house. She & her husband
recently decided to separate after 20 years of marriage. He moved out
about 3 days ago, so we walked into an emotionally raw household.
:( It was weird to see
her husband today. I like him a lot and had no idea how to react to
him. Fortunately, he just acted normal, so I did, too.
Anyway, Grampa loved his little party and was especially excited that he
could eat his chocolate cake with his fingers. He was thrilled to see
Galahad and me. It's been almost 3 years. Yeah, I know, I'm a
negligent granddaughter. Fortunately, my other siblings aren't so bad.
This was the first night that my sister's husband had the kids. She
was a wreck, poor thing. It was probably only the 3rd time I've ever
seen her cry. Somehow I got all the crying genes, and she got none.
Yes, I started crying, too. We stood in the window, hugging & crying,
and watched them drive off.
She decided that she wanted to re-claim the house, so my lovely Galahad
moved furniture until 2 am. We did a fabulous job of changing around
her bedroom and her living room.
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