My aunt died on Thursday. I did go to the funeral. I put an overnight bag together and flew out Friday afternoon. But on the way to the airport I found out the funeral was not Saturday morning, but Saturday afternoon. So I changed my flight and didn’t get home until 9 pm Mother’s Day.
I got to see my cousins. Some of us talked a bit. They know I was there, even though I had to get a sub to get my finals in and I had to grade after I got back.
I enjoyed the visit. It was good to see relatives, even ones I don’t agree with.
I spent some time with my dad and went out to the graves of my grandparents.
I got to see my friend Jess, who lives in Lubbock. We talked.
Jerry is dead.
Jimmy and my cousins are devastated.
I cried more on Saturday than I have in months, all put together.
Jess is still devastated by the loss of her fiance to a car wreck four months ago. She has lost weight and is depressed.
Death is just not right.