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Today was one of the hardest days of my life.
Everyone was a mess.
That's only the second time I have ever seen my dad cry. The first was when aunt Corny died.
They did a video presentation with pictures of her and the family like they did for Mammoo. I didn't know they do that for everyone these days. I had just assumed they did it for Mammoo since it was a closed casket funeral. I think it's nice though. It helps to serve as a reminder how full of life and vibrant she was.
There was a picture in there of her in a full clown suit from when she worked at Mammoo's daycare center that made everyone crack up.
Of course, true to family form, something had to go wrong. About a minute into the video presentation, the computer reverted back to the Window's screen and alerted everyone that a virus scan was now complete. You could hear the collective head quirk from everyone in attendance and the shared thought of "Que?" when it popped onto the screen. Those of us who had seen the actual pictures on Tuesday were all confused as to why it was over so soon. Then Jennifer and I both noticed the timer ticking down the seconds to when the alert would go away and then realized what was going on.
We talked about it in the limo on the way to the cemetery and agreed that no Johnson Family function would be complete without an error or two, sometimes three or four. It just doesn't happen.
Granny Johnson would have thought it was funny.
And, of course, being it is our family and all, it didn't stop there. It all started at the cemetery, which was playing the role of a bog for the day. Thankfully, it had stopped raining, but considering all of the rain we've had, none of it was absorbing. Jennifer's shoes eventually got soaked and she walked around barefoot. Dad and I nearly pitched ourselves into a rose bush when I hugged at him Corny's grave and caught him off balance when I leaned against him. Then there were the other amusing anecdotes from everyone, like dad saying Mason looked like a hit man in his black on black pinstripe suit, black shirt and black tie, and Carson running around in a coon skin cap.
Granny Johnson definitely would have been amused.
We went to Nita's afterwards for lunch and Robbie was a ham, though I had to wake him up to be social, which he wasn't too happy about. But after the initial confusion of "How in the hell did I need up here after falling asleep elsewhere?" wore off, he was in fine form. He eventually discovered Nita's leatherish throw pillows and started playing with them. Then he started stealing peoples shoes whenever someone would take theirs off to rest their feet.
We left after a few hours when our family from Kansas started loading up to go home. Nita invited us back over later as some of her coworkers were coming by to drop off more food. Mom said dad and I were probably not going to move after we got home, which was very true. We were exhausted. Dad only got about three hours of sleep and I was only allowed a thirty minute nap. Robbie probably has more teeth coming in and a bad diaper rash spring up between the time I changed him before he went to sleep at 4:30 to when he woke up at 5:15. By the time dad got up at 6 and Robbie was calmed down again, there was no point in going back to bed since my alarm was set for 7 to give me time to get myself and Robbie ready to leave.
Needless to say, I spent most of the day in a virtual haze. I got a three-four hour nap this evening when Robbie went back down, but due to still lacking in sleep and the fact I am sick with head sinus chest stuff, I feel like I've been ran over. So, I think I will end this and call it a night and pray that Robbie is down for eight more hours. At least. I have a busy day ahead of me.
Everyone was a mess.
That's only the second time I have ever seen my dad cry. The first was when aunt Corny died.
They did a video presentation with pictures of her and the family like they did for Mammoo. I didn't know they do that for everyone these days. I had just assumed they did it for Mammoo since it was a closed casket funeral. I think it's nice though. It helps to serve as a reminder how full of life and vibrant she was.
There was a picture in there of her in a full clown suit from when she worked at Mammoo's daycare center that made everyone crack up.
Of course, true to family form, something had to go wrong. About a minute into the video presentation, the computer reverted back to the Window's screen and alerted everyone that a virus scan was now complete. You could hear the collective head quirk from everyone in attendance and the shared thought of "Que?" when it popped onto the screen. Those of us who had seen the actual pictures on Tuesday were all confused as to why it was over so soon. Then Jennifer and I both noticed the timer ticking down the seconds to when the alert would go away and then realized what was going on.
We talked about it in the limo on the way to the cemetery and agreed that no Johnson Family function would be complete without an error or two, sometimes three or four. It just doesn't happen.
Granny Johnson would have thought it was funny.
And, of course, being it is our family and all, it didn't stop there. It all started at the cemetery, which was playing the role of a bog for the day. Thankfully, it had stopped raining, but considering all of the rain we've had, none of it was absorbing. Jennifer's shoes eventually got soaked and she walked around barefoot. Dad and I nearly pitched ourselves into a rose bush when I hugged at him Corny's grave and caught him off balance when I leaned against him. Then there were the other amusing anecdotes from everyone, like dad saying Mason looked like a hit man in his black on black pinstripe suit, black shirt and black tie, and Carson running around in a coon skin cap.
Granny Johnson definitely would have been amused.
We went to Nita's afterwards for lunch and Robbie was a ham, though I had to wake him up to be social, which he wasn't too happy about. But after the initial confusion of "How in the hell did I need up here after falling asleep elsewhere?" wore off, he was in fine form. He eventually discovered Nita's leatherish throw pillows and started playing with them. Then he started stealing peoples shoes whenever someone would take theirs off to rest their feet.
We left after a few hours when our family from Kansas started loading up to go home. Nita invited us back over later as some of her coworkers were coming by to drop off more food. Mom said dad and I were probably not going to move after we got home, which was very true. We were exhausted. Dad only got about three hours of sleep and I was only allowed a thirty minute nap. Robbie probably has more teeth coming in and a bad diaper rash spring up between the time I changed him before he went to sleep at 4:30 to when he woke up at 5:15. By the time dad got up at 6 and Robbie was calmed down again, there was no point in going back to bed since my alarm was set for 7 to give me time to get myself and Robbie ready to leave.
Needless to say, I spent most of the day in a virtual haze. I got a three-four hour nap this evening when Robbie went back down, but due to still lacking in sleep and the fact I am sick with head sinus chest stuff, I feel like I've been ran over. So, I think I will end this and call it a night and pray that Robbie is down for eight more hours. At least. I have a busy day ahead of me.