The past few days have been filled with so much to do. Brian's grandpa Walt passed away on Saturday at 12:15 a.m. Brian's parents were on their way to visit Walt, as were his other two children, when he passed. I think he knew everyone was in town and he was just ready to let go. I was so blessed that I got the chance to meet and talk with Walt in the week before he passed. He was absolutely hilarious and very sure of himself. He was joking even in the final days, telling us that the good thing about being terminally ill was that you didn't have a roommate in the nursing home. He even started to quiz me about how much I knew about him, asking which of the Mulligan boys (Brian or Shawn) was more like him. I failed the quiz, but got a few good laughs in the process.
Walt's funeral was last night. It was small and intimate. Brian's mom Kris played the piano and sang, and her choir was absolutely incredible. They sang Danny Boy and Amazing Grace, among other songs. It was gorgeous. Afterwards we ate lasagna and spaghetti, salad, bread, and took shots of Irish whiskey.
I woke up this morning pretty sure that I had the flu. I had a sudden onset of congestion yesterday while preparing for the funeral, but it had been easily remedied and not intense at all. This morning, however, I felt as though I had been hit by a truck. Stuffy nose, chest and head congestion, I can't hear, my body aches, I have a sore throat, and I go from freezing to burning up. I'm currently stuck on the couch with Chase waiting for Brian to come home from school and then wrestling practice so he can bring me Gatorade, Vick's tissues, and dinner.
Chase has decided that the best way to cure the flu is to lay on top of me. Not exactly what I would consider to be a solution, but he seems to think it helps.
If you have any well wishes for Walt, please leave them below. I'm sure Brian would love to read them.
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