<p>Good news bad news… good news is I easily caught up, bad news is our group has grown smaller. and I miss some folks. BUT! I am so glad for those of you still here, and a little hopeful that there are still a few who follow along even if they don’t feel comfortable sharing. I’ve seen no backlash from the new format and honestly? Now that the option is to just click on the forums I am involved in, I don’t see anything else new or otherwise. Honestly, I will be surpised if this new format wouldn’t slow down posting on the forum as a whole. You have to look a lot harder to just see topics of interest. </p>
<p>Wedding updates NMN - what are the colors again? When’s the date? Weddings… so glad don’t have one this summer, but oh I I need a good party. And congrats to D1!!! Gotta love a good midwestern work ethic. (That’s what they apparently say to my SIL all the time out in SF).</p>
<p>OUCH about toe… months? Mine still can bug me.</p>
<p>OK… forewarned… it’s likely to be a long one.</p>
<p>Got back last night from my Mom’s funeral. It was a tough week… emotionally obviously, but I’m glad to report we siblings rose to the occasion and left on excellent terms. Mom would be so proud. We all spoke at the funeral. I went first since mine was about Mom asking me to make the slideshow and wanting to see it first to give pre-approval. I got an appropriate chuckle and of course, then I said how humbled I was by laying it out to see 75 years of a life and how honored I had been to show her how proud she should be of the life and legacy she would too soon leave behind. It took me a long time to write it but mostly because I wanted everything I said to be genuine and sincere. She was not Dr. Phil’s soft place to land… and when it came to my mom, you always knew where you stood and could always count on her to “Let me tell you something…” S spoke on behalf of the grandchildren, and upon mention “grammy” my nephew fell apart, which startled S and had him lose his train of thought…and while all of us had speeches written, S spoke “off the cuff” and so there was definitely a moment in there when I thought I was going to have to get the hook! </p>
<p>But following the service several in the congregation said it was the largest funeral they’d ever attended in all their years of where Mom lived. My mom was a fabulous quilter and we all brought the quilts mom had made for us and the kids brought their bubbies (blankets) and quilts made for college graduations. And I knew D2 had her quilt at school (as they all did), but when I couldn’t find her bubbie she said… oh still sleep with it. Yes, that set me off.</p>
<p>The thing we all anticipated was going to be the hardest, however, went better than any of us expected. The jewelry. Long story short, it was surprising to all of us that thinking we’d all have the same favorites ended up not really being the case at all! And I was surprised and pleased when it was decided I should have my Great grandmother’s diamond earrings which are actually not for pierced ears and screw to your ear. I will have them converted, but after I cleaned them last night, I noted they are the most refractively gorgeous diamonds I’ve ever seen. Are old diamonds somehow more “something” than newer ones? There is no doubt they are real, but are almost prism-like in their sparkle. </p>
<p>But I will be honest to say… it wasn’t the things given of “value” that have the most meaning… she had a small collection of thimbles and I took three of those, and I found a picture of her at about 12 that looks exceedingly like me and somehow missed for the slideshow. My sister promised me the original but took all of the ones we found to scan. </p>
<p>We all had flights out around 5:30 last night… in a very small airport… when we hugged before going right or left for our gates, my oldest sister said… “We’re orphans!” And we all BURST into tears and had a massive group hug. I think that entire airport knew our mother had died between our bags being overweight, setting off alarms in security (I was asked - do you have rocks in your purse? -which I did in the form of a glass paperweight my Mom had on her desk.) and the group hug. The only downside was the flight attending on my flight from Charlotte back north. She was unrelenting: It started with her running into my shoulder with the beverage cart - no forewarning or even an excuse me! She bent over to pick stuff up (lint?) every time she walked by and literally hip checking me every other time she passed. Even the girls next to me agreed when I asked, is it me or is she being purposely mean to me? </p>
<p>Getting ready to land, she said I needed to put my laptop away which was just sitting on my lap and so when I went to put it in my bag under the seat in front of me, she noted my actual purse was under my seat behind my feet. There was an actual wall behind my seat and she went off about the safety and stowing properly. I.LOST.IT. No, I didn’t swear, which was shocking even to me… but I did literally shriek… what is your problem?!? I’ve done absolutely nothing to you. Then she said something about too much carry one and I said, my mother died. Everyone has been so kind and then there’s been you. She then CONTINUED about stowing… but here’s the thing, I put my purse behind my feet ALOT! This purse just “fits” right there. So I didn’t even realize this was EVER an issue! (and I texted my sister who is seriously a world traveler and she was completely confused that I would get yelled at). She was to wanting to engage in exchange for some reason… I had to ask her louder and louder - to please go away like five times. I seriously wanted to write a letter to the airline, but was just happy she wasn’t at the front of the plane when we disembarked. When I apologized for being out of line to the girls sitting next to me (girls - they were 30), they both interjected that I had had very good reason… so at least I had that going for me! I am not exaggerating that this began from the moment I sat down to the end of a three hour flight… </p>
<p>Dentist this morning… need a retreatment on a crown/previous root canal. Good news is that at this point it doesn’t look to be a root fracture. So it will only be hundreds vs thousands.
But oh! My mom had a 24kt gold plate for her back upper teeth (yes, our entire family has teeth of clay) - and she always said it was the most expensive “jewel” she owned. They forgot to remove it. I got a small little pouch of her ashes to take to the lake this summer… and I fully expect it to have gold flecks!
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<p>Complicated relationship - but I can’t believe she’s gone and how much I miss her especially because now I have to find a house! </p>