Yesterday was a good day.
Kristin took me to her family reunion. It was a little surreal being at a campground so soon after my Grandpa passed. But it was a good time.
I had "the talk" with her dad. And he gave me "the blessing". I don't think I've been so afraid yet so determined in my life. But he didn't even hesitate.
I pulled out the guitar by the fire and sang/played as Kristin's niece, Megan, danced her little four-year-old self into exhaustion. Did a couple of improv songs at "Dad's" request. Had fun.
In the end, it's just what I needed.
My Mom flies out to California today for the funeral. I wish I could go, which kind of suprises me. But I'll see my Grandma in August. That's less than a month away.