It’s been an emotional week at my house. My grandfather passed away after a 60+ day hospital stay, pnemonia, and the flu. It was an exhausting struggle for my Step-mom and her sisters as they took turns staying with him at the hospital all those hours. My Grandfather was a giant, but he was kind. He was funny and always loved to be around people. We were his step-grandchildren, but as soon as we joined the family you wouldn’t have know he just met us. He welcomed my sisters and me into his already large family and took his place as Grandpa. When it came time to make the funeral arrangements I was hesitant about bringing my sons; it was going to be a full Catholic mass in a church. My children have never been to church. They aren’t used to sitting still for more than 24 minutes (if they’d even sit still the entire episode of Octonauts) and they are hardly quiet for any length of time. They even talk in their sleep! And the thought of taking them to the wake was even mo...