First Page of a New Chapter
I'm sipping from my mother is a friend mug again today. I finally got all the things out of the car. Sitting in my apartment living room is still a maroon shopping bag with gold lettering, Memorial Funeral Home. In it are the left over memorial cards, book and perhaps other items. We already got a card from the gentleman that helped us at the funeral home. He was very nice. He even hugged me as I left the cemetery. One of my sisters asked him to join us for a meal. I wonder how many times you feel so comfortable with the "undertaker" that you ask them to come to lunch and hug them. I had a very ordinary day yesterday. When I got up yesterday, most people were at their jobs. This apartment is not home. Home is in Kingston Springs. Yet, the ordinariness of a familiar shower was good. We've showered and slept in a hotel for many days. I had slept in my own sheets. Now I used my own towel. I drove alone to Sioux Falls. There is something about an hour in a car by yours...