Eeep. Not cool, bride.

You know what? I have no idea if our ceremony started on time. (We were already there, of course, getting ready and wrangling the historical reenactors. But since we were doing photos before the wedding, and I wasn't wearing a watch, I just assumed that someone else was making sure we were on time. No idea.)

It started an hour late. Now we're at a tea shop killing time before the reception.

I was about 45 minutes late. I hate being late, but we were still hand stitching on my dress!

Well, damn it. Our friend who was in the hospital died this afternoon. She was only 53. She had a lot of health problems, including pulmonary hypertension, and the stroke she had a month ago was too much for her.

I don't get this fucking summer. There have been a lot of really great things that have happened, but Jesus H. Christ, there have been an equal number (or more) of lousy fucking goddamn shitty things. Do not want.

Crapweasels, this is a lot of grief.

We live near the big fancy old cemetery (it's 730 acres, and 450 acres are landscaping/arboretum; they have over 26 miles of road, and have 5K races almost every weekend in the summer, and a bunch of other community events). In a few weeks, they're doing their annual lantern-lighting ceremony where you can personalize a paper lantern and send it out onto the lake. And I have way too many lanterns to send out. I might just have to list everyone on one lantern.

Actually, Connie, the imagery of the lighted lanterns on the water reminds me of your husband -- I know it's not exactly a Viking funeral, but if you'd like me to send out a lantern for him (or put his name on my multi-name lantern), I'd be honored to do so.

I would be honored, Teppy.

edit: You can just put Neil. No one who knew him called him by his first name--or no one who hadn't known him since birth.

You got it. I'll take a picture for you, too.