I am back in Chicago after another weekend at home. This was my grandma’s funeral. Oddly–it was a really nice time. What? It was a funeral, are we crazy?
Nope. Unlike many other deaths, grandma took care of her goodbyes and business before she left. None of us felt like there were things left unsaid or broken. She went on her terms. My parents house was filled with relatives from both my mom and dad’s sides of the families. In my head, the Proctors and the Willets could be the same family–so it was great to get everyone in the same kitchen. Everyone telling stories.
Well, mainly Uncle Jimmy telling stories about comical uncles and the war.
I’ll post my eulogy tomorrow night. For now, this is all I have to say.
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