When Times Get Tough, The Tough Bartend in Their Kitchen

Be forewarned, this entry is kind of whiny…

We buried my grandfather last Tuesday at the VA cemetary. It was quiet and peaceful and beautiful – the cemetary is only five years old and only 60 acres of the planned 500 acres has been developed. 

It was an odd feeling, seeing the flag-covered casket and knowing my grandfather was inside there (at all other funerals/memorials I've experiences, the deceased has been cremated). Not gonna lie – I kind of wanted to open it up and see him in there. 

(I am either disturbed, totally with it, or have seen too many zombie movies?)

Anyway…

After the brief ceremony, we headed into Vacaville where we went to Fenton's, a highly overrated and really kind of lame ice cream parlor. Their ice cream is good, I guess, made in house, but their sauces are totally subpar and ruin the whole experience. I've been to the "legendary" Fenton's in Oakland/Piedmont a number of times and it's just not a place that would even hit my radar in terms of places to go eat.

PARTICULARLY AFTER A FUNERAL. WHO GOES AND GETS ICE CREAM AFTER A FUNERAL, IT'S LIKE DANCING ON SOMEONE'S GRAVE.

Apparently, MY family goes and gets ice cream after a funeral!

In protest I had a grilled ham and cheese. It was fine, but nothing to write home about, and they put sweet pickles on the plate, not kosher, I mean come on.

From rereading the above, it's pretty apparent that my reaction to my grandfather's death skipped most of the steps of grief and landed squarely on ANGER which is manifesting in various classy ways! 

OMFG.

Anyway, next weekend is the memorial service which I am not looking forward to because I must continue to behave myself when I all want to do is drink cocktails and have myself a pity party for losing both my grandpas within six months of each other. 

Next time on Behind the Smile: Less complaining, more pretty things to look at!