I watched the concert on TV for Memorial Day with my parents. Tried not to cry at the stories and failed.
We haven't been to my families' graves in years. I don't know why other than it being hard on my mom. My grandpa got dishonorable discharge from the Navy during WWII. But then again, if he wasn't in jail on the mainland for punching his superior, he would have died in Pearl Harbor and I wouldn't exist because my dad wouldn't exist. But then again you don't call my Grandpa a lucky son of a bitch because his mother wasn't a bitch. So he was in jail and his superior was in the hospital. I wish my grandpa was still alive died; from alcohol poisoning or something like that. My dad says we would have gotten along great. I do get the picture of him in his Navy uniform when my dad passes. My siblings have to get a copy if they want one. My dad promised it to me. I also get the picture of my great uncle of whom we can't remember his name as of yet.
Up next is a rant please ignore.
Spoiler
Well unless it's an emergency, my sister and I won't be talking to each other for a while. I basically told her she's an idiot for not putting her youngest daughter in Head start while the oldest is in kindergarten. Since she'll be dealing with the new baby. But she wants her youngest daughter to stay home and get the chance to be a big sister to the new baby, because that's what her oldest did. And I told her it's been proven that Head start helps and she says it's all fake. And yet, she was a daycare teacher, they teach the kids before they go to school. NO DIFFERENCE!!! Plus our brother's boys are in head start and they're doing great. I swear I only put up with her for my mother. And the fact that I love my nieces.