A memory is still a memory even if it is a sad one. I don’t know if it’s weird to want to remember these moments, but I do.The sky was a gloomy gray that morning, but as the minister finished his prayer beside her casket at the burial, the sun burst through the clouds, as if someone flipped a switch.Our limo driver was a man named Harold Thom, member of the folk/bluegrass band The Cumberlands.After the burial, we went to my aunt Susan’s house for the wake. My mom’s cousin Diane had traveled up from Charlotte, NC. It was really great to see her. (L-R: my mom, aunt Ann, Diane, aunt Susan)We did our best to turn a sad time into time well-spent with family. mini photo shoot
Things are starting to get back to normal around here. I still feel like I have a cold but I’m quite a bit better than last week. I’m mainly just mentally and emotionally drained at this point. Joe is off work today so hopefully I can get some rest after I pick Summer up. Probably wishful thinking, though. I’ve got lots of design work to do that I haven’t had time to work on this week, and I think I just heard my laundry mocking me when I walked past it.
I’ll announce the PreFenz giveaway winner later today… sorry I haven’t done that yet.