If I were stuck in Kansas City
I would probably go to the old Union Station. But I wasn't there long enough. We drove down Thursday - arriving a little after 9pm - and split the drive back between Saturday and Sunday. The graveside committal was Friday afternoon, with Mass and luncheon on Saturday.
The words at the cemetery were very appropriate, and it was really nice to know that she had picked out the site herself. At the same time it was uncomfortable, because the flowers didn't show up, it was raining, and the guy dropped the box of ashes while he was putting it in/under the bench. Oh, and this is my husband's aunt Mary who died. She had been in declining health, but still kicking, ever since I met her.
The mass was very good, with her grandchildren doing the readings, bringing up the gifts, and her daughter gave a eulogy. The luncheon was good, mostly because I loved talking to the relatives that showed up whom I had never met, and looking at pictures. I got some birthdates and addresses, and a whole branch of the family tree may get filled in... I also found out things about Mary that I didn't know (but might've guessed). She was particular about some things that aren't so important to other people. By the end of it, my husband accused me of being just like her (but only said that to me). He may have a point, but I didn't marry a lawyer!
The boys stayed with my parents, and are still wetting the bed (though PJ was dry this morning!), and a full desk of work awaits... At least I made it through last year's medical paperwork during the drive home. One step closer to filing my taxes.
The words at the cemetery were very appropriate, and it was really nice to know that she had picked out the site herself. At the same time it was uncomfortable, because the flowers didn't show up, it was raining, and the guy dropped the box of ashes while he was putting it in/under the bench. Oh, and this is my husband's aunt Mary who died. She had been in declining health, but still kicking, ever since I met her.
The mass was very good, with her grandchildren doing the readings, bringing up the gifts, and her daughter gave a eulogy. The luncheon was good, mostly because I loved talking to the relatives that showed up whom I had never met, and looking at pictures. I got some birthdates and addresses, and a whole branch of the family tree may get filled in... I also found out things about Mary that I didn't know (but might've guessed). She was particular about some things that aren't so important to other people. By the end of it, my husband accused me of being just like her (but only said that to me). He may have a point, but I didn't marry a lawyer!
The boys stayed with my parents, and are still wetting the bed (though PJ was dry this morning!), and a full desk of work awaits... At least I made it through last year's medical paperwork during the drive home. One step closer to filing my taxes.