We must be living in some sort of parallel universes. My cat who has always been amenable to snuggling and other indignities cast off my company for the most part while the grown kids were here. He came inside last night after a brief jaunt out and like yours, also slept on my bed. In fact, he did my favorite thing - snuggled up over my shoulder with his head peeking out of the covers right near my face. prrrrr
And you know what? I had a little cry over a girl cat who lived with us for thirteen years. When she was dying, I was in a very bad state and let her linger too long. Middlest ended up taking her to the vet for euthanasia. So I cried some tears for my cat who suffered and a few more for my kid who had to take care of this horrible task because I was unavailable. I guess that's grieving too, huh. So I think - ok, that's another thing to acknowledge as a poopy thing I did when middlest might be receptive to hearing it.
The other day, you seemed to be scoffing at yourself for putting the ornament on your sister's grave. I hope you see today that was a way of soothing yourself - and it was totally ok.