Monday, May 22, 2017

Rainy Day? Monday

It's been raining for a couple of days, and is supposed to keep on through tomorrow.  Fine with me.  The gray and the rain and the thunder are glorious to me.  I'll sort of be unhappy when the sun comes back.

Since it is Monday, here are Kathy's questions for this week:
1.  Do you have a favorite funeral song?
Not really.  Nope;  I'm not coming up with anything.

2.  Did you put anything in a loved one's casket?
I insisted that Daddy be buried in a pair of boots.  The funeral director kept saying it would be a tight fit, but I wouldn't budge.  They found a way.

3.  Do you know of other funeral remembrances?  (Sitting Shiva, etc.)
This isn't the same thing, exactly, but nobody in the South dies without having some family member(s) "sitting up with them" at the hospital, and no house goes without casseroles and Jell-O salads being delivered by friends.

The anniversary of Daddy's death is this week.  I've been going through drawers and drawers of old photos lately, and found one that seems good to put here in light of that.
There's so much that I love about this.  Daddy with his grandbabies, of course.  Then there's Briton (named after Daddy) being sweet with Hannah.  You can see both Daddy's rings, and his big Spence hands, including his right one, which ended a port wine birthmark that covered his whole arm and part of his chest.  Also, there's the right index finger which a car fan blade sliced off.  Briton and Hannah always liked that Granddad could only count to 9 1/2.

4 comments:

Bridget said...

What a lovely picture with so many good things in it!

I don't mind rain at all, though it does annoy me when I *have* to be out in a downpour, and arrive wherever I'm going soaked through. The only time that is OK is when your destination is home, and you can easily change and dry off.

I'm not looking forward to the summer - I'm feeling that since we had such a wimpy winter, we're going to have a horrifically hot/humid summer. I'll never be happy with that!

Vera said...

What a wonderful picture! Great memories. 9 1/2 is too funny!!

kathy b said...

9 and a half family joke; gotta love that. The photo is so endearing. Your son looks 100% relaxed with gramps. Thanks for your sweet answers. I need some jello now!

kmkat said...

My great-uncle had a standard trick with kids. He would count his fingers and always come up with six on his hand. Great-uncles and grandparents are some of the best people on earth. Your dad looks like he belongs in that group.

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