My grandma’s memorial service was held on Saturday morning. The service was very nice… lots of crying, singing, and thinking. I wanted to send a public, if seldom read, thank you note to everyone who has supported us through this rough time.
Thank you.
I went up to the Underground for lunch today… grabbed a Chik-Fil-A (TM) sammich, waffle fries, and a chocolate chip cookie… walked up to pay for it… and the lady at the register smiled and said hello and called me by name.
Needless to say I was a little bit shocked, but after a second, I recognized her… We were in high school band together… I was a drum major, she was a quad player… we were an item for a little while. I replied to her hello, calling her by name in turn… We both have two kids now…
Huge waves of high-school-and-early-college guilt washed over me on my walk back to work…
I think I should talk with her and try to lay some of this memory to rest.
I just finished reading Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code and I must say I consider it a very entertaining book. Spoilers lurk in this post, so don’t read on unless you want to compare notes…
Or more appropriately, Mothers…
My mother’s mother died on Thursday night.
I arrived at her bedside just a few minutes after she’d passed away.
The relief of not hearing her labored breathing was, at that moment, greater than my sadness that she had died.
Mom and I talked and shared and I spent some time working with her at the funeral home on Friday.
I think everyone seems to be happy that she is no longer in pain and no longer hampered by the shell that held her prisoner for so long.
Now I search my own feelings to see what I’ve got left in me after a very long weekend.