Yesterday I hopped into my goober mobile (aka - the mini van) and drove to Maryland to my father's house. He, my stepmom, my two brothers and I then drove to the funeral home to say goodbye to my Aunt Mae who had been presumably murdered last week.
When I got there I was stunned. There was not a spot left to park, not even on the lawn of the funeral home. Cars were being directed to a near by high school parking lot. I come from an enormous family, but even our crew could not have taken over the entire funeral home, and this was the second viewing of the day. There had to have been over 200 in attendance for the evening wake. None who were just curious onlookers, all there knew her.
It was sobering to see her lifeless body laid out in the casket, carefully arranged and dressed to hide her deadly wounds, but even more encouraging to see the support being poured out to her husband of 34 years. It was worth the 300 miles and 6 hours round trip I drove to get there and back last night.
On the way home I had the chance to conjure up childhood memories of my aunt and relive times with her when I was younger. It was nice to have the time to do that during a quiet drive and to say my own goodbye.
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Oh how wonderful you got to go to her funeral, that there was such a wonderful turnout and support for her husband. It is such a tragic thing that happened to her. And how great that you had that time to say your own good-bye.
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