Picked up the boys on Saturday and they came to church with me on Sunday at Trinity Anglican Parish and then we spent most of the day at Lindsay's house. Monday they went to Gretchen's funeral with me in St. Joe.
I posted this on Facebook:
My grandson asked a really good question today during the funeral we were attending. He was kind of confused and a little upset because people were smiling and laughing after the service. I explained to him that sometimes we adults forget to get together often enough and so the only time we re-connect is one of us leaves this life. We are sad but at the same time we are happy to see each other. Th...is is so true for me today. Just being in the same room with my mothers family brings back a flood of memories and love and strength. I loved what the minister said about Gretchen. You could feel the love he had for her and her spirit and all she did for her family. I've always hated funerals, until today, looking through my grandsons eyes, with my own older eyes. Funerals are an important part of living, of course, it helps knowing that they aren't the final goodbye.
Christian looked so worried when he asked the question. We were standing off to the side waiting to talk with Linda.
I'll type more later but I wanted to get this started.
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