I motioned last week that I had recently been to a funeral. My mother's youngest brother, Roger, passed away in the middle of August. Since he was being buried in the National Cemetery, we had to wait for a spot to open up in THEIR calendar so that he could be interred.
The first available spot for him was Sept.10.
My sister and I ventured to Texas together to the funeral for the first trip we have EVER taken without mom.
The funeral was solemn, Taps was beautiful, and the family had the trumpeter play "God Bless America". His children received the flag that had been draped across his casket, and he was interred next to his wife who had passed away 20 years ago.
After the funeral, we all gathered together for a very large and rowdy celebration of life. We pulled all of the tables together. What is this business with separate tables that only hold 8 chairs each? We pulled 4 tables together and shoved as many people around the table as were willing to sit together.
Many stories were told. So many stories! We spent several hours piecing together the individual pieces of stories that each one of us knew to make an entire story from beginning to end! And the laughter! Oh, so much laughter as we recalled stories from long, long ago.
We decided that we need to stop meeting only at funerals. We are now working on a plan for next spring where we can gather together just for fun.
Mom's brother was 82. He was an Army Veteran. He was a husband, father, and grandfather. We are all going to miss him and his laughter.
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