Good morning, on this fine day just before we celebrate our independence!
I've been mulling over the events of the last few weeks, thinking I had to sum up or bring the grandmother topic to a close.
I decided not to. I have more good tales to tell, and she has more posts to star in, and there you have it.
But I will bring a tad of closure, by wishing her well off in the ether, well-situated on that lily pad in the sky, and well-accompanied by her loved ones gone before. Lily pad in the sky you say? You will see. She had a penchant for froggies - and it turned into a mass collection of hilarious proportions. Frog statuary, frog mug, frog lamp, stuffed frogs, singing frogs, dancing stripper frogs - oh my holy frog, that's a lot of frogs!
So when I stepped into the church for the funeral service, and saw the door hanger proclaiming "Welcome to my pad..." dangling from the casket... out came a giggly burst. A short-lived breath of lightness on a heavy day.
Cole & I stayed in Washington just 24 hours, and I have scenes of gathering from the day. (Will post later - technical difficulties have ensued.) My brothers and I slept under the same roof for the first time in many years, at the old house. (There's a story lurking there, and I'm your girl.)
Enjoy this sweet song, courtesy of Rick. He heard it in the car, while driving through Tennessee, and it reminded him of my memories of Gig...