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The funeral marathon is over. I did ok. I kept the tears to a minimum during both. Poppis went well, largest color guard anyone has seen and a wonderful tribute to a world war 2 vet. The presentation of the colors and taps were hard to handle, but when the officer of the day handed me the shells from the 21 gun salute, I let a tear or two really flow. Poppi was so proud of being a vet. So so proud.
So after stuffing our faces on fried chicken and deviled eggs, and yes, a few stag beer frosty mugs, we headed out to Poppi and grannys best friends'. Ray and Roberta were only able to drive out to the cemetary and watch from the car. He had a stroke years back and can't walk and she found out the day of poppis viewing that she may have pancreatic cancer. They are having a hard time losing their two best friends in 5months time. And I promised him a beer a few years back when he was amazed 'the baby' was buying rounds at the legion!
Then it was back to maggies funeral. If I never say the lords prayer again, it'll be too soon. Too much religion and not what the Hoey boys really wanted. Plus the priest was all of 12! I swear he was the youngest looking priest I have ever laid eyes on. Ridiculous!
Her wake was at the parish hall, no stag there. But we did get to crawl under a car and change the tire. Nothing like a little auto repair and more fried chicken to remind you you're in southern Illinois!
Then we headed home. Changing out of my marrying and burying pants and into jeans and chucks, we headed over to jimmy and denises' place for a good time. A few beers and a lot of stories later we're home. And I'm listening to the train pass behind the house and asking yall to put on the song boondocks.
Yall should know where I'm from, because sometimes I wonder why I ever leave.
So after stuffing our faces on fried chicken and deviled eggs, and yes, a few stag beer frosty mugs, we headed out to Poppi and grannys best friends'. Ray and Roberta were only able to drive out to the cemetary and watch from the car. He had a stroke years back and can't walk and she found out the day of poppis viewing that she may have pancreatic cancer. They are having a hard time losing their two best friends in 5months time. And I promised him a beer a few years back when he was amazed 'the baby' was buying rounds at the legion!
Then it was back to maggies funeral. If I never say the lords prayer again, it'll be too soon. Too much religion and not what the Hoey boys really wanted. Plus the priest was all of 12! I swear he was the youngest looking priest I have ever laid eyes on. Ridiculous!
Her wake was at the parish hall, no stag there. But we did get to crawl under a car and change the tire. Nothing like a little auto repair and more fried chicken to remind you you're in southern Illinois!
Then we headed home. Changing out of my marrying and burying pants and into jeans and chucks, we headed over to jimmy and denises' place for a good time. A few beers and a lot of stories later we're home. And I'm listening to the train pass behind the house and asking yall to put on the song boondocks.
Yall should know where I'm from, because sometimes I wonder why I ever leave.