Last week, exactly six weeks to the day that I buried my father, my family and I were burying our grandmother. Am I so disconnected or morbid that all I can do is laugh? I can't even mourn my grandmother because I still can't accept Daddy isn't here. I laugh, not a happy, haha laugh. Just a laugh followed by "Who's next Lord?" Have I completely gone bonkers?
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