We had BG's visitation this evening. It was harder than I thought it would be. But at least I had lots of friends around me. I think if I had been there by myself I would have lost it.
They gave us time and even loaned us a state vehicle so we could all go as a group. Or several groups, actually. That was nice of them.
When I came back and went out on the yard it was a good thing that nothing happened. I had to fight to keep myself focused on where I was and what I was doing, and that isn't good. I should have gone up and said "Hey, I'm apparently toast. I need to go." But pigheaded me hung around until Sgt Uncle Buck and Lt Strong came up and said "Man, you look tired. We have plenty of people. Go home."
So I did. And it was a good thing. I'm worn.
The funeral is tomorrow right before work. I'm sure I'll be in fine form then. Yeah.
Wednesday will be Dare Day. I dare one of those knuckleheads to get stupid the way our mood has been lately. It's also National Go Barefoot Day, Stand For Children Day and Say Something Nice Day.
An impromptu hootnanny - *The grandson had a cookout yesterday, with lots of smoked meats. He had invited several people, but had no idea who was actually going to show up. Some ...
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