Todays events

Today I went to the funeral of a close friend's Mother she was only 63, died from Pulmonary Cystic Fibrosis after only 2 actual illnesses and short diagnosis. It was a very sad but sweet event, It shockingly brought the best out of the son's and the worst in the daughter, and daughter-in-laws I won't go into it all but here's a sweet view, the youngest song deliverd the eulogy and during this he said that he was asked by his song (8 yrs.) who was his hero and he answered his Father because of the way he goes through life with a gentle & sophisticated way, because he has despite his up bringing managed to be a more than wonderful Husband, Father, Grandfather & Provider emotionally & $$. It totally was like listening to a male version of Bette Midler!! He had everyone in the church crying and applause followed, which was a little bizzare for a Mass service, but beautifully appropriate. The worst part was at the wake when some of the grandchildren were allowed to run around in the luncheon hall cheerfully, not that I expected them to be balling their eyes out the whole time, but these kids were all old enough to understand what was going on so they decide without proper parental control to pig out at the desert table and ran their fool heads off. I was shocked and then try to explain politely to a almost 2 yr old why this isn't a good time for that! I know I sound like a old bear, but back in my day that sort of thing wouldn't have been permitted. I would be told and was told they understood if I wasn't outwardly sad because people deal differently(my husband smiles uncomfortably) but that we at least for the arrangements act properly, entertaining ourselves was fine but not running, we read, talked, drew,colored, maybe even played a board game quitely. But boy oh boy I would have been the next funeral for the other behaviors. Only one child out of the group actually did behave he did a crossword and it was great to see! this women had more time with him and his siblings than his own parents so I could see why he was sad it was like his own Mother, not Grandmother. So now that my soap box part of the blog is over, the rest of my day was fairly boring, changed clothes, did housework, went to the big Pet supply store ate pizza made plans for pretty much the rest of the week, thinking about getting pierced on Thurs, before going to the Rumble(aka Tough Man Contest) on Fri/Sat.