soo… the funeral.
the past three days felt like three months.
my brother who I’m having a fight with did not say one word to me during the entire weekend.
my gramma, who we always called MomMom, is buried now and at rest.
Wow. the minister did a great job of hitting the high points while not dwelling on the bad stuff. he did a really good job.
dad told a story about a christmas tree they cut down (it was a charlie brown christmas tree) and MomMom decorated it with string and lights and cotton. everyone said it was beautiful.
I told a story about when MomMom was getting on in years, we had to find a card game that she could play because she always loved cards. So we found Aggravation Rummy, which had its own cheat sheet. So she came to my graduation from seminary, and we sat in the pit (student union) and playes aggravation rummy, and I kept feeding her cards that she needed and she got so mad…
and the minister came right back after I was finished, saying "I don’t like to hear about cheating at seminary!" which was pretty funny.
I think the younger of the two ministers paid a little too much attention to me. but my flirtation/sexual harrassment gauge is so off he might as well as have hauled off and kissed me and I woulda said, "what a nice young man!"
… and in an unrelated topic, yet it segues into the rest of my evening.
mcfoo is yet again prophetic: I have totally fallen for Tim Riggins.
*shakes fist at mcfoo!*