Ah, Monday. It started just like any other Monday. I woke up at 5 AM and went to mass in Garapan at first light and then...On second thought, it wasn't like any other Monday; It was more like I was living someone else's Monday.
After church we had breakfast at Shirley's again; We went there so that I could use the free wireless Internet. I had pancakes and Chamorro sausage.
When we returned back home it was time to start getting the house ready for people to come over next week. For nine days after the funeral, all those people that have been going to the church every night to pray the rosary are going to be coming to the house to pray. A lot of my cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends are going to be coming. Emily is going to be introduced to my family a la My Big Fat Chamorro Wedding style.
I spent the morning putting a pile of wood on one side of the yard into a neater pile of wood on the other side of the yard, burning boxes of quaker oats snacks that were being used as pig food, and cleaning out all of the garbage in the old pala pala. I was outside almost all day. I now have a certifiable Chamorro sunburn. Ouch!
I also went to the morgue and the funeral home with Angie and my brothers.
Deep breath.
I finally saw Dad. Anything beyond that is a little too personal. I don't mind talking about it in person; I just don't want to post it on the Internet for the whole world to see. You see, I want to talk about everything that I do in Saipan over the next month. I just don't want to talk about that.