Haze.

I've been in kind of a haze the last two days. I didn't really think I would, but my desire to deal with the pain got the better of me. Me, my dad, and my uncles drank our fucking faces off. We made toasts to the big fella, to grampa, to dad, to everything my grandfather was. I just paid for it by puking my fucking brains out. That was sort of disgusting. Ever throw up rice? It isn't pleasant. Funeral was today, and that was absolutely brutal. As it so happened, the sergeant running the honor guard is a masonic brother of mine. Was great to see him there.