This Monday, I've attended my grandfather's funeral (or actually, of the father of Ineke, my father's new wife). It was nice, at least so far as funerals go on the niceness scale. A few family members said touching words in remembrance and also the church minister had a nice story (Even though I am absolutely no christian, these things are why I think the job of a minister is quite respectable and useful).

We spent the first part of the day in church, where people spoke and sang. We continued in the crematorium, where (after having to wait a while) some more people said some words. We then headed back to the church, for drinks and lunch. The end of the day was rather ok, I spent some time talking to family I had not seen in a while. We finished the day visiting my place in Enschede (my grandfather lived near here) for a cup of tea.

Since his death was not too sudden (He has been in a nursing home for terminal patients for two weeks), I was still able to have an intelligible conversation with him a week before and he turned 91 not too long ago, I seem to be coping with this loss pretty well. Sure, it hurts, but this is pretty much how it is supposed to be and how he wanted it to be. And that makes it a lot nicer.