Despite the fact that I was at my grandmother's funeral, yesterday was a really nice day to spend with my family. Obviously bitter sweet- aside from Nan's passing though, Grace mentioned that it's like the end of an era. My parents are the grandparents now- and it's their responsibility to carry on the family ties. It's kind of surreal.
A REALLY funny thing happened at the viewing and I can only hope this happens for me...and Todd, I'll be sure to put it in my will so you and our future children will HAVE to do it. My Nan has one surviving sister, Gloria. Nan was a real pistol, if you didn't see the link on my blog that my aunt Susie wrote about her, check it out if you have time.
So her relationship with Gloria was great- they're both HILARIOUS- and similar to me and my sisters when we get going. So we're all standing around sniffing and tearing up in the funeral home, it's just the sons and daughters and their families- a SMALL viewing before the services on Thursday. Gloria walks in and says, "oh..." and then gets a mad look on her face and says, "You son of a gun, that's my shirt and I've been looking for it for a year!"
Nan stole her shirt...and unbeknownst to my aunt Ann who chose her burial outfit, picked out the shirt that was Gloria's. Nanny got the last word and I love it.
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