Things are starting to get back to normal here. The services over the weekend were absolutely lovely and provided some closure and encouragement. We were blown away by the number of people who had been touched by Bob and came out to celebrate him. Wayne spoke at both the funeral and the memorial service and he was strong and eloquent.
Alison did very well at the funeral, it was open casket and she didn't go any closer than she was comfortable with, but loved visiting with people and talking about Papa. Wayne sat up front with his Mom, but Ali and I sat in the back row and each time they played one of Bob's favorite songs, she'd get up and dance around and talk about how much she likes that song.
Bob belonged to a Harley owner's group and they came to the funeral and led the procession to the cemetery. They were loud, but easy to follow. And the VFW that Bob belonged to is dedicating their new motorcycle parking area to him with a plaque and ceremony.
When I dropped Ali off at school this morning there was a card in her folder from her class. It was your standard sympathy/we're praying for you card, but it had been signed by her teachers and all of her classmates - like they were little office workers. I thought it was adorable.
I need to get a move on those fortune cookies, and hopefully I'll be home more this week to do so . . .
2 comments:
That's very sweet, the bikers and the motorcycle parking area. What a lovely thing to remember in the face of this tragedy. He sounds very loved.
I am sorry you had to go through such a sad weekend.
I thought of you when I saw this - perhaps it will cheer you up a little:
http://practicalpolly.blogspot.com/2007/08/wonder-woman-jumper.html
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