Typical Male*

When were at my grandfather's memorial service, I thought I was holding it together pretty well, but there were times that I did break down and cry.

I held it together while a good family friend spoke and gave the biography of his life.

I teared up when my aunt spoke about him from the perspective as a father/step-father figure and Olivia noticed and immediately came to give me a hug and kiss. Jake just looked at me.

I held it together until the very end of my talk when I did choke up a bit and when I came back to my chair Olivia was waiting for me with open arms and another big kiss. Again, Jake just looked at me and asked to play with Dave's iphone.

I mostly held it together when my cousin sang "Did you ever know that your my Hero?" and comforted my other aunt who was crying since I don't think that I have ever seen her cry before.

I wanted to melt into the stage as my sister, cousin and I led a sing-along of "sing, sing a song" after only 20 minutes of practice together. That made me want to cry.

I totally, completely LOST it when the Marines presented my grandmother with the American flag for my grandfather's service in WWII (he fought in Normandy on D-Day!) and totally sobbed out loud. She was so grateful, and just kept saying thank you, over and over and you could just hear how grateful she was in her voice. Sure enough, Olivia came right over with her sweet hugs and kisses. Jake? Not so much.

When it was all over, Jake asked Dave why I was crying so much. (So much for me thinking that I had held it together so well)

Dave asked him, "Jake, why do you think we are here?"

Jake: I don't know why we are here daddy!

sigh.


*I know I am totally stereotyping the cluelessness of the male gender. It's my blog and I'll stereotype my son if I want to. He's blond too so it could go that way too! hee hee!