rest in peace, grampa holmes and stockton

jasper,
we just spent the last week helping aunt "titi" doris take care of my great-grandfather, so your great-great grandfather, ed holmes. you had so much fun hanging around out there. we set your portable crib up in the huge master bathroom, and i stayed next door in the master bedroom. we missed daddy a lot, he had to stay home so he could take care of the kitties and go to work. grampa and titi greatly enjoyed your company, and you enjoyed theirs. grampa was in a lot of pain, but that's over now. he passed away at four in the morning on wednesday, may 27th, 2009. we are happy he isn't in pain anymore. may he rest pain free and in peace.
nana came down today, because she is the one who was put in charge of his will and meeting all of his last wishes. we picked her up from the airport at 11 this morning and brought her out to gilbert to be with titi, so we could go home. titi didn't want to be alone, though she has too much pride to admit it. you can just tell though. after we picked up nana, you tried to climb up a kitchen chair and busted your top gum open. you thought it was pretty awful and you bled all over your cute khaki overalls. dammit. i was scared that your new teeth went through your lip, but they didn't. you have a little scab on your gums, but i think you'll survive.
grampa didn't have a lot and died with a small piece of property, two trailers (mobile homes) some furniture (nothing spectacular) and $400 to his name. yet, as usually comes with someone dying, there is a little bit of drama going on. his girlfriend of 6 years wants his ashes, and the family thinks he should be buried with his dead wife, great-gramma holmes. she is buried in lincoln, new hampshire, which is where nana, titi and gram's four other children were born. bob, who is one of nana and titi's brothers thinks he owns one of grampa's trailers, but he doesn't. so we're expecting him to challenge the will. all of this reminds daddy and i that we need to write our wills, just in case anything happens to us. *sigh*
stockton, who quickly became your kitty after you were born, also died this week. he ran off on saturday night and hasn't come home at all. he's not the most intelligent kitty and i don't think he could survive for too long on his own out there, so daddy and i think he died. it's a shitty week, i really want it to be over. i'm really tired from giving grampa meds late at night, and not sleeping in my own bed. i'm also pretty sad right now. and i feel lonely. daddy is working and i'm home alone. you are crawling around on the floor. i just gave you fish and rice for dinner.
i hope it rains soon. it's really humid and like 90-something degrees outside. while i was editing this post, you decided that you were tired and i put you to bed, in your bed. maybe i'll go sit outside with arthur cat and make him make me feel better. he's good at that.
i love you.
momma