A few quick words and then I must start to put Christmas back in a box.
How do I start? Dad died early morning. New Years Day. One week ago today. I drove down on Thursday. Funeral and burial on Saturday. All my brothers and sisters and their spouses were present. 29 out of 30 grandchildren were able to be there. Oldest grandchild gave the eulogy. It was spot on. The rain held off until Sunday. A blessing.
We now begin the task of taking care of Mom. It will be a process. She is 92. Virtually deaf. And 92. She and Dad would have celebrated 70 years on March 7. And now she will reinvent herself? At 92? Life continues to be interesting.
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