Cold, a curse on you!

Now how would one get a cold, let me ask you? Especially among family that had no colds, (as they claim.) I ended up with the worst cold I had ever encountered; I actually couldn't lift my arms without straining, or of lifting my legs to make a step forth in an attempt to walk. Never had happened to me before. Very terrifying. My throat was very painful as well that everytime I tried to swallow something, or just gulp, it felt like I was swallowing a ball of nails. Nasty, no?
The visit to Grandpa's coffin the day before the funeral was... emotional. I thought I could stay calm and dry-eyed. I was first of all 8 grandchildren to dash out crying, but I wasn't alone. All but my brother Zach (and I found out later he had already seen the coffin earlier that day) ended up sitting all together on that extra-long sofa and sobbed together. Strange enough, I felt more human this way, I'm involved. For you all folks, that may not make sense, but I'll try. As I grew up, I never had been really "involved" in family events, I was always a wallflower, or someone "outside looking inside the window." At the funeral, there was an interpreter, and... I'll say two words.. she was not good. I still remember that sign she used for the Bible, a fist slamming on the other hand as if stabbing a nail through it then vice verse.. very..morbid... :P But I should not complain..I got an interpreter! = 0
At the lunch after the funeral, I got to learn more about Grandpa, history that I grew up, and I learned something very drastically different between my mother's family and my dad's family. (They are divorced.) It dawned upon me that it's my dad's family is the one that makes all the efforts to get to know me, to make efforts to talk with me (either by emailing, writing forth and back, signing, and speaking (lip-reading), and to touch me, by hugging, patting my hand, kissing me, and (sigh) cheek-pinching. Mother's family, love them, but I'm often than not left in the dark, words thrown back and forth over my head, but for words, "How are you?" "What's up?" "you okay?" "you in school?" and a few comments. There'd be touching, but not -that- kind of hugs that you'd probably get in a family, but as awkward and quick-to-end. I was reminded by someone that I should be glad that I get that. Especially when I think of other families with deaf individuals, and she's right- but I have the right to observe and wish for myself...