Monday, June 6, 2011

Healing

As crazy as the week to Ohio was, I think my kiddos deserve medals.  We drove to Ohio, 6 hours.  Met with the pastor the first night where they could play with their cousins but had to do it quietly!  So hard when it has been a year since they saw them last.  The grown ups told stories and memories of Grandpa, I shed a few needed tears.  We made sure to get a picture of all the cousins while we could.


The second day was long...that may be the understatement of the year.  Two viewings at the funeral home.  So many people came to pay their respects, faces I had not seen in years and ones that I was more than grateful to see.  Four firemen came and stood guard over the casket, changing every 15 minutes, it was so reassuring to know that my Grandmother had this amazing support system behind her.

We stayed at my cousin Christine's home.  She is the best!  She took such great care of my kids, Seann and I.  The kids played at her house during part of the viewings.  She fed them dinner and even took them o the Lego Store, which I hear is amazing.  Colin tried his best to con her into a new Lego set, or a Lego watch...they each ended up with a Lego mystery character.  Christine cooked amazing meals for us and made sure there was plenty of wine.  LOVE HER!  Thanks!

The day of the funeral was a whirlwind.  My closest friend and "sister" came to the funeral.  Which was amazing since she was supposed to be teaching AND her horse had a baby that afternoon!  She always knows what to say to make me, well, me again! 

My brothers Jonathan, Matthew and his wife Michelle, my cousins Jason, Jamie and her husband Brian, Seann and I were pallbearers.  It was both the biggest honor and hardest thing to do for my Grandfather.  It was even harder to watch my son cry as the flag was folded and placed into my grandmothers hands.  The 21 gun salute, taps and Amazing Grace played on the bagpipes was wonderful.  I think the most moving thing of the entire day was driving by Engine House #5, where my Grandpa spent several years serving the community.  All of the trucks were parked out front and the firemen on duty stood at attention and then saluted as my grandfather's hurse drove by. 

My healing has begun and hopefully the healing for the rest of my family has too.

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