There were a lot of things I want to remember about today but in a way that you treasure in your heart, more than a way you post on Facebook, if that makes sense. I would have loved to get a picture of my mom and her sisters and brother that were there. I would have loved to take some cousin photos. The Air Force guys who folded the flag at the graveside service and presented it to Aunt Linda with "On the behalf of the President of the United States..." (is it wrong that when he said that I was picturing George W. Bush and Ronald Reagan instead of the sitting President?) were awesome. I would have loved to have a video of my cousin's daughter speaking at the funeral... think Paris Jackson at Michael Jackson's funeral: precious, honest, unfiltered and spontaneous... and my dad's eulogy which was *exactly the perfect length* and much better than the typical eulogy from pastors who may know the deceased but not really know them. (And Melissa - I sooo wish I had gotten a picture of your dad with a bow tie! He was so dapper!)
In the midst of sadness, there was so much really ok stuff and that is... well, it's comforting. It's inevitable that with a family as large as ours that there will be other goodbyes. I like knowing that we can do it in a way that is respectful but doesn't make you feel hopeless. It was emotional but still light hearted. And that's all I have to say about that.
I didn't sleep much last night and my eyes always feel so weak after a good cry so I could really see tonight being an early bedtime. Then again... I may end up staying awake half the night like I did last night. Either way... tomorrow we load up the little red wagon and head back to the mountains. The cats and the geese are probably missing me. I'm missing them.