That silly beer bong pic of my Mom. I promise. I found it a few days before my Mom died but now I can't lay my hands on it. Grrrrr.
My Mom's funeral was beautiful. Although it had rained for days preceding it yesterday it was bright, sunny and in the 70's. Windy as heck - but just lovely. It was also, per her request, the absolute shortest funeral I have ever been to in my life but, once again, that is my Mom. [I will tell you why that is later. Just a little worn out.]
For anyone interested my brother did show up - and no, no cane whacking involved - because he stayed far away from everyone. Everyone. Including my Aunt who also had a cane she would've used. ;) I will give him credit for honoring my Mother by showing up, not stepping on anyone's toes and for respecting the entire family's wishes that he not attempt to interact with any of us. That may sound sad to many of you, but after everything we watched him do we really didn't have anything nice to say to him. He can live with his own demons. It isn't my problem anymore.
You can chose your friends but you can't chose your family. That I truly believe.
Thank you again Tadpoles for giving me so much support and love this week [and always]. It never ceases to amaze me the great friends I have made through this simple blog.
I know that all of you would have truly loved my Mom the way you care for me - we would've had a grand time hanging out.
I am so very tired and sick right now.
See you on the flip side Tadpoles.