My work gave me three paid bereavement days following my grandpa’s death, which happened to land next to Thanksgiving and the day after (when our office is closed). I therefore got a full week off work.
We slept at Doug’s parents’ house in Indiana the whole week, which is an hour from where my relatives were gathered at my grandparents’ house in Ohio. We spent the first couple days (including the funeral) with my relatives. We spent the third day celebrating an early Thanksgiving with Doug’s parents. We ventured into Cincinnati the fourth day for a date at the museum. We split the last two days between relaxing at the house and visiting my family.
The entire week felt surreal for three reasons besides the obvious death/funeral factor.
1. It was unusual to see my parents/relatives and Doug’s parents multiple times in the same week.
This never happens to me—family…