Hello. Funeral was lovely and I'm doing fine. It was good to see all my cousins together again, it had been a long time. I will say this: funerals are weird, yo.

She was buried in Bonaventure Cemetary, which is very old (and was featured in The Book). After we buried Grandma, we went over to the Jewish side and found some relatives' graves. It's a gorgeous place, Bonaventure. Huge oaks dripping with Spanish moss, etc.

There was the traditional food orgy after. Everyone's gone now and we're watching the UGA-Tech game. My mom is complaining b/c it's halftime and they aren't showing the band. You can guess from that how often my fam watches football.

(((smonster)))

The Book = Midnight in the Garden of OMGWTFY'all?

Funerals are just odd. You are hanging in an interestig place

Yay, Scola hug!

Amych, yep.

At the funeral home, my grandpa was cracking jokes about winking at Pie and her too shy to wink back. Wee cousins were running around, keeping the mood from being too somber. Stoopid preacher kept calling her Marjorie - nobody called her that. Back at the house Grandpa put on Nat King Cole and started crying.

Ahh. Anyway. Enough vignettes. She loved and was loved and she will be missed.

I really appreciate all of your support.

i eta here's a representative pic of the cemetary. [link]

{{{smonster}}} it sounds like she had quite a sendoff, preacher aside. My love to you all.

Stoopid preacher kept calling her Marjorie - nobody called her that.

Stoopid priest called my Aunt Jean "Eugenia" fifteen years ago and its still vivid. For everyone.

The everyone, of course, is the important part. I'm glad you have your everyone.

Trudy is right, 'everyone' is the important part. Glad so many could get together.

That's a whole lot of Spanish moss, smonster. I haven't seen that much since my last visit to my grandmother's farm in Florida (more than 20 years ago). I'm glad you are doing ok. It's amazing how the little ones make things better, just by running around the way kids do. Many hugs for you.

At my dad's funeral, his mother's maiden name, Wang, was pronounced not like the Norwegian "vung" but like the way it looks. Despite the preacher being coached.

It, too is remembered.