I led things off and then Sissie and Michael and Ann and Jacquie and Mom and Jane all just quite specifically nailed it.
. . . and then?
|Me and my co-executrix. My girl Sissie.|
Speaking of Mom, she told me my specs were messing up my hair but I did not believe her . . .
. . . as did the Mistah.
Everybody else? Not so much. Our peeps woke up and said their goodbyes and vamoosed. Bill and I were all packed up and coffeed up and ready to go and Jacquie said to us, "I'll just take an uber to the bus later." I said, "We'll drive you," She said, "But it's not until 11."
It was 9 a.m.
So we had a completely surprising and completely lovely and completely awesome two hours at the house and then we had a completely surprising and completely crazed and completely absurd and completely frenetic trip to get Jacquie to the bus and OF COURSE SHE MADE IT.
I would have.
Schleck and I drove home and have been reveling in the success of the weekend, and in the memories of our lovely auntie ever since.
obituary I put together. I hope Jacquie includes her eulogy here soon, too: it was fabulous.