Sweet and sad.

My boyfriend of two years lost his grandfather a couple of days ago. Yesterday day was the funeral. He died early in the morning on the 24 and everyone was notified later that day. As soon as I heard I rushed down there making the usually 50 minute drive in 30 minutes. Once I got there I hugged him and asked how he was doing. Now he may not be normal but he's like most guys on the feeling department. All he said was "eh". His grandmother walked up to me saying thank you for coming and all that good stuff so I stayed there from 1 to 10 with him before I went home. Yesterday was the day of the funeral and I will wasn't real sure if I should go or not so I asked him and he was like "would you go. I want you to be there" well what was I supposed to do? I couldn't leave him there to be alone. I mean he's my boyfriend and I love him. Easy choice. But I was kinda scared about his family cause his brothers are arse holes. So the church fed us (us as in family and myself) and we did the obituary. Lunch started at 10. We did the family room things had the ball bearers carry in the casket and all that fine stuff and after all that we head to the cemetery. I stood in the back with all the friends while they were at the front. So after the family placed flowers on the grace but before they out him in the ground everyone was asked to leave. So I walked over too him cause I'm awkward and didn't want to be around a bunch of people so I give him a hug and he hugs me harder than he ever had. So I stood by him had my hand around his waste. People walked up too him giving him handshakes and stuff so I remove my arm and hold his hand. Some older ladies walk up to him giving him a hug and I go to let his hand go so he can hug them back and he grabs my hand and holds it firm but soft not letting me remove it. He's one of those people who doesn't cry but you could tell he was sad. His eyes were slightly red and it broke my heart seeing him like that so I just stood there holding his hand not letting go. The funeral ended at 3. I stayed with them till seven and drove him.to his friends house then went home. I have to say even though it was a sad day. I have never been more in love with him than I am now.