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A funeral, a carseat and lots of mud

My uncle passed away Friday evening. Dad seemed ok but that was his last brother and he already lost his mom, aunt and brother in the last 4 years. He came down Sun morning to get me and Sophia and then off to Iowa we went. I haven't been there since Nov 2003. Dad was able to see my uncle a few times towards the end. It was a lovely service (it seems odd to say that about a funeral but it was lovely). He wrote a letter to his kids, wife and friends and it was read at the funeral. That's when we all lost it. He was never good at saying how he felt but he could write the hell out of it and get what he wanted said eloquently.

Sophia hates the carseat now. She was in it for 4 hours going to Iowa, then she was out for 4 hours at the visitation. She was in it pretty much the whole day Mon. By the time we got home she had to be held the whole time or else she thought she was getting strapped back in. Poor kid.

It was a gorgeous day Sun and if I were to pick the weather for my funeral, I would pick what we had that day (perhaps 10 degrees warmer). The only thing I would ask God to keep off the weather selection would be the mud. I understand that when snow melts on top of dirt - poof - let there be mud. Good god almighty there was waaaaay too much of it. Dad had to hold the carseat at the graveside service because of the inch or two of mud on the floor.

It was really good to see my cousins Jodi and Ali and Jason as well. We hate that this is the only way we see each other anymore and have vowed to make plans to spend time together doing happy things. Our move to LaCrosse should help that out some as it would put us a lot closer to everyone.

G, thanks for letting me stay at your place. I miss you even more now and Zach too!!


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