My Grandma died earlier this year and I was going through my photos and realized I didn't blog anything about it. Not that a funeral is a hot topic or anything, but it happened and here it is. I am sort of at a loss as to what to say about it. For the past few (quite a few) years, my grandmother and I have been shall we say, at odds. It was actually really nice to go to the funeral and listen to Michelle talk about her. It was really just random memories, but they weren't the ones I always think of when I think of her. It was nice have someone elses thoughts floating around in my head, rather than my own. She would have been 100 years old this fall, it's hard to imagine all the change she saw in her life time.
The boys actually had a good time. They didn't really know her, so it was really just a good get together with cousins for them.
They all found gravestones with their names on them, Parker actually hung out with his for a while.
I have also decided that I want a black and silver casket... not for a while, I hope.
There was actually a really funny moment when Bus leaned in to giver her a kiss before they closed the casket and just about knocked it over. I don't think I have ever seen comic relief work so well as it did on my dad at that moment.
Come to think of it, I guess the kids aren't the only ones that had a good get together.
No comments:
Post a Comment