Eliette was sick. She couldn't go. Damon had to stay home with her. Gage and I went down to Corsicana. It was a great service in a great little funeral home that our family has been using for years, and has visited far too frequently, in my opinion...
We drove from the funeral home to the cemetery when the service was over. The cemetery is next to a park and playground of all things. Gage was commenting as we drove there that it would be nice to be buried near a playground or park. I asked him "why," and he said, "because you're close enough to hear the children's laughter." He just gets it. He gets me. He's kind and compassionate, and even though they say that our bodies are just a shell and those buried there don't hear the children's laughter---it's a pleasant understanding of how it might be.
So funerals bring us all together. We gathered at Mema's to eat after the service. Probably only in the South does the funeral home deliver a huuuuuuge family portion of home-made fried chicken to the bereaved family. I found this offering to be both bizarre and AWESOME.
Gage was thrilled to see his Mario there at the service and back at Mema's.
My sweet Mema will be terribly missed. Seeing her decline was tough and very sad. She was always the one to care for everyone. She had a wonderful heart, and always worried about the "least" among us. She spent her whole life caring for others. There are few others I've ever met or even heard of that I can say the same for.
Oh, we will miss her.