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raloria:: All plans have been made for my aunt's final farewell. There's a viewing today from 3 to 6 p.m. and then the funeral is Friday at 2. I really dislike viewings (as do my cousin, K & her husband), but I need to go there for mom. *sigh*
:: Been having 2 songs going thru my head over the past few days: "Enjoy Yourself (It's Later Than You Think)" by Guy Lombardo and "The Old Master Painter" by Phil Harris. My aunt always loved the Guy Lombardo songs and she even had me print out the lyrics for her.
:: Mom hasn't been sleeping well (she's nervous about doing her taxes this year w/out my aunt, who's been helping her since my dad died). I've been getting almost too much sleep, always oversleeping my alarms until I wake up around 11 a.m. or noon. It's like I can't sleep enough. *sigh*
:: I know going to the funeral will be an emotional day, but so far the hardest thing has been telling the close-by neighbors the awful news. It's never easy and I'm still feeling numb so I'm afraid I come off as if I don't care.
:: Been thinking of my aunt a lot over the past few days and what all we leave behind when we die. You know what they say..."You can't take it with you when you go", which is true, but you know all those things, even though they're only "things" are still a part of the person. All the things in this house were my aunt's...or my uncle's. And now they're gone, but their possessions remain. It's like they're still here...sorta. I dunno...I'm just rambling here.
:: Been having 2 songs going thru my head over the past few days: "Enjoy Yourself (It's Later Than You Think)" by Guy Lombardo and "The Old Master Painter" by Phil Harris. My aunt always loved the Guy Lombardo songs and she even had me print out the lyrics for her.
:: Mom hasn't been sleeping well (she's nervous about doing her taxes this year w/out my aunt, who's been helping her since my dad died). I've been getting almost too much sleep, always oversleeping my alarms until I wake up around 11 a.m. or noon. It's like I can't sleep enough. *sigh*
:: I know going to the funeral will be an emotional day, but so far the hardest thing has been telling the close-by neighbors the awful news. It's never easy and I'm still feeling numb so I'm afraid I come off as if I don't care.
:: Been thinking of my aunt a lot over the past few days and what all we leave behind when we die. You know what they say..."You can't take it with you when you go", which is true, but you know all those things, even though they're only "things" are still a part of the person. All the things in this house were my aunt's...or my uncle's. And now they're gone, but their possessions remain. It's like they're still here...sorta. I dunno...I'm just rambling here.
