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We just got home a little while ago from my Aunt Mack’s wake. It was a rough trip in that it’s about a 5 – 6 hour drive and we did it twice in as many days. That is rough on a person. And I wasn’t even driving. B did all the driving, Dad sat in the back and navigated (back seat driver!) and I sat up front and knit furiously. Oh, and it rained the ENTIRE WAY down. Hello sinus headache!

But it’s not all whining and complaining. I got to spend some quality – if short – time with my Uncle Frank and his family. I got to see my newly married cousin and meet her husband. I got to see my other cousin and finally meet her son and see her daughter again. It was really nice to catch up with everyone.

I learned some really cool stuff about my grandparents, too. Like, my grandfather used to have a radio program in Birmingham back before the Depression. The first one. And he had a band. And was apparently a really good singer. And hear my dad and uncle trade stories of all the things they did as kids, when they were in the military and after.

Today we went to the church and then had lunch afterward. We spent a little more time with family and then we had to head back home. It almost seemed like we were running away from the harsh reality of her being gone. But despite the fact that she’s gone, life does go on, even when it seems wrong. When it seems like everything should stop, even if it’s just temporarily to acknowledge that she’s gone. I know rationally that that’s unreasonable, but emotions are rarely reasonable. But I also know that Aunt Mack wouldn’t want us to make a fuss and stop our lives, either.

So that is what I’m going to do. I am going to take one day at a time and live my life. And remember her. Tomorrow I’ll show you what I was knitting so furiously.

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