So...I'm back from the memorial service, and it actually went a lot better than I expected. It was also a lot shorter than I expected. The actual service was only 35 minutes long, and afterward, we went to some big room where we mostly chatted among people who showed up and ate refreshments. I got to meet my dad's high school friends, my dad's cousins, and my cousin's 2-year-old daughter. After we cleaned up, we went to my aunt Laura's house to relax and chill. Laura also had me, my sister, and my cousin distribute some of Grandma's things amongst ourselves. I got a few scarves, two brooches, and one trinket she had back when she lived on her own. Most of it was jewelry, and I'm not much of a jewelry person, so I held off on it. But I did have a moment where I had to step away and cry, because...it just felt so wrong to me that Grandma's not here anymore, and that her things, which should be hers, are just being given away. But I know there's nothing I can do about that.