Friends, Thank you so much for the gorgeous flowers. I'm going to send you all notes, but I want you to understand exactly how appropriate the flowers were. Then I'll tell you all about the funeral hi-jinks. (Aren't there always funeral hi-jinks?)
My grandmother loved to garden. She loved fresh garden flowers. She had a garden at her own home and, up until a few months ago, one at the Assisted Living home, The 'Ridge. When my mother and I went to choose flowers on Friday, we took pictures of Grandmommie's flower beds, so the florist could mimic them as closely as possible for the casket spray and the gift from her family. Fast forward to Saturday. There were two almost-identical vases of flowers on either side of her. We thought the florist just couldn't fit all of our flowers in one vase. Upon further inspection, one of the arrangements was from you girls. I guess great minds think alike.
Elderly minds, however, do not. No fewer than 15 people asked me if I was Bob's sister. As I am Bob's daughter, and Bob's sister is 59, I was less than overjoyed. It would have helped if Bob's sister had gotten out of the chairs where she was chatting with her cousins to join the receiving line, but you can't have everything. My parents gave me express permission to kick the next mistaken person in the shins. No need. I showed the tiniest bit cleavage the next day. No 60-year-old looks like that.
My grandfather and Dad chose my high-school old flame as a pall-bearer. I'm glad. He goes to visit my grandfather all the time. Sweet. Yes, he's still hot. Yes, I had mascara rivers on my face when I talked to him. Awesome.
My cousin A plays the keyboard. Have I told you that before? It's true. She's also pregnant, but my grandfather still hasn't told us. I even gave him the opportunity and he didn't tell! My aunt begged me not to tell her (she'd be devastated.) I was charitable and didn't. I should have. She's simply the devil. She showed up both days thirty minutes before time to leave. Then she snuggled up to my grandfather and said, "He wants me to sit by him." (Just so you know, I don't give a damn who sits by him. It's just her smug little style.) Maybe, A, he can come live with you. Apparently you can't get up in the morning by yourself. He can be your alarm clock. We have over/under bets on how long she keeps this job, BTW.
Again, thank you all. I am blessed to have such wonderful friends.
I am so glad to hear that the flowers we sent were like the ones you and your mother chose for your grandmother. We all love you so much and wanted to let you know we were thinking of you. Julep was the one who arranged the order with the florist and clearly she did a perfect job.
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Twinkle