It was good to have been able to attend the funeral, both to say goodbye one last time to my grandpa, as well as to see some family that I haven't seen in several years. Funerals are an unusual experience - both happy and sad as you rejoice in retellings of the loved one's life, and mourn their loss at the same time. He had a long life, and he made it count in many ways. It was definitely worth the sacrifice in time that it took to attend - despite the Micro exam that I took this morning, it was worth it. After all - when I die someday, would I want my grandson to not come or skip out early just because he wants to add an extra 7% to his Micro grade? No. There's more to honoring my ancestor than that.
And so, this weekend is passed, and my grandfather lies beside his wife of 54 years. It was sad. It was good. And now I move on, plugging away at med school, hoping to make him proud with how I live my life.