Emotionally exhausted and plain wrung out
Worked for 3 hours and then went to Mom's. The sisters, Mom, and I went to the funeral. It was nice. I didn't start crying until I had to help one of the elder family members up - he grabbed my hand as I started to go up to the coffin and didn't let go, so I said, "I'll walk you up if you want." So I helped him and his wife to their feet and took them both up to the coffin, where he cried for a little while and patted Aunt J's hand and told her how much he'd miss her.
He and Unca Him (Aunt J's first husband, Mom's brother) were bestest buds pretty much all their lives; they were still all good friends (even after the divorce, Unca Him and Aunt J hung out together and did stuff together with their family and the Bs). Now, the Bs don't have either of the best friends any more.
Aunt J was interred along with Unca Him (he kept her space in the wall after the divorce and told her he wanted her there if she wanted to be there).
It was a cold, windy day but the sun was out. Mom fell two nights ago after the wake at the tavern, so she wobbled around and used me as a walking stick. She didn't feel very fragile or old, but I told her we need to work up what she wants when she dies, too. Her immediate comments?
"I don't want anyone in black. Everyone needs to wear red. And I want a party, not one of these depressing things."
My Mom.
And me, I'm thinking, how can I have something where my dogs can come....
He and Unca Him (Aunt J's first husband, Mom's brother) were bestest buds pretty much all their lives; they were still all good friends (even after the divorce, Unca Him and Aunt J hung out together and did stuff together with their family and the Bs). Now, the Bs don't have either of the best friends any more.
Aunt J was interred along with Unca Him (he kept her space in the wall after the divorce and told her he wanted her there if she wanted to be there).
It was a cold, windy day but the sun was out. Mom fell two nights ago after the wake at the tavern, so she wobbled around and used me as a walking stick. She didn't feel very fragile or old, but I told her we need to work up what she wants when she dies, too. Her immediate comments?
"I don't want anyone in black. Everyone needs to wear red. And I want a party, not one of these depressing things."
My Mom.
And me, I'm thinking, how can I have something where my dogs can come....