Thanks, everybody.
The funeral was this past Saturday, and it went about as well as such things go, I suppose. Everyone said I did well in the choice of clothing to lay her out in, the Methodist minister did an OK job, even if he did falter on some names and trivia from time to time in his sermon...the flowers were of excellent quality, if not overly abundant in quantity.
We had my dad's ashes interred with her, and the gravesite is reasonably nice. It's in the same section as a lot of dad's family; in addition it's a cemetery on the National Register of Historic Places.
The fucked up thing is that I'll never be able to tell either of them about it, seeing as how it was
their wishes that were foremost in my mind...grief's a motherfucker.
Now, one further thing:
Ryan Crierie, our own MKShepard, has obtained
HERO status.
Since mom's stroke, and especially since mom's confinement to a nursing home last March, I've been wretchedly, horribly depressed, and living the hoarder lifestyle...I just didn't give a flying fuck through a rolling donut anymore.
He shows up last thursday on my front porch to kick my ass into gear on cleaning the shithole I live in, he acted as a pallbearer at the funeral because we were one short (most of the family's gone), not to mention he got Red Baron 3D working on the new computer.
All that and performance of a myriad of the little things that don't just mean a lot, but
everything, at a time like this.
Ryan, you're my best friend and have been for years even before this; just thought you should know.
