My grandma died.
We knew it was coming, but at the same time I wasn’t really ready for her to go.
Up until the day of her funeral, my superstars were so sick with fevers and coughing that I didn’t think we would necessarily make it.
The forecast was a “great” one of lots of snow.
My brother and I were keeping each other in the loop and trying to decide if we should go even into the morning of her funeral.
That morning, all the superstars were awake by like 6:07 am. No fevers.
I told Chris that if we didn’t try to go, I would regret it.
Being the awesome husband he is, he determined that we all might as well go.
So I told my brother, and he said, “we’ll get moving then, too!”
With the wonderful traffic in the metro (yes, it was snowing, but that wasn’t the stressful part. The stressful part was the parking lot on the freeways), our 2 1/2 hour trip took us 4. Once we got out of the metro, it wasn’t that bad.
Except for the times we were behind snow plows.
And then I would ask myself, “There is no other blowing snow. Why is blowing continuously 10 feet ahead of me?”
I know. I’m brilliant.
We got to the funeral 40 minutes late.
The funeral director told me that my mom wanted him to just seat us as soon as we got there.
The pastor said, “Oh, it looks like Arly’s kids are here.” And everyone turned and watched us shuffle our way into our pew.
We sat down for the last 10 minutes of the service, I cried, and we walked out. All these people that were so influencial in my life when I was 3 were suddenly surrounding me. I couldn’t tell you their names (not many anyway), but every single one of their faces had been planted deeply in my heart.
As all these people were coming up to me, I noticed a lady standing back looking as if she was waiting to talk to me.
In my head, I was thinking, “Oh, no. She wants to talk to me. I don’t know who she is. This is going to be so awkward.”
I greeted someone else, looked at her again, and said, “You’re Lynne, aren’t you?”
I think it was God because how else would I have known? It’s been like 17 years since I have seen her. Maybe more.
Lynne is married to Steve.
Steve was a crazy man.
If you don’t remember, just go check him out!
So Lynne and Chris and I hung out at the lunch after the funeral while my family went to the cementary. Then, when everyone else came back, so did Steve. And we spent the afternoon together!
It was so GREAT! So GREAT!
I do have to say, I caught myself being relatively self concious and embarrassed.
Maybe that will never go away, but it doesn’t really matter.
Steve is a special guy and Lynne is a wonderful lady and I am so thrilled to have had a whole afternoon with them!