I'm back home now,
but it's been a long, busy weekend. The
girls were all supposed to be here this weekend to get most of the house
cleared out. Of course, with Bobby's
death, that didn't happen quite that way.
Sue, Kate, and Jean were here Friday night, and worked like Trojans
Saturday morning. They completely filled
the dumpster I'd had delivered. Sue went
on to Margaret's (an hour + west of here) Saturday night. Kate, Jean, and I came here to shower and
clean up. Then we went to Margaret's for
the visitation. We came back here
Saturday night, not the most comfortable for them, but it worked. I got the bed - Kate and Jean slept in the
recliners. Sunday morning, we went back
to the house to pick up a and organize a few things, then again, cleaned up and
headed for Margaret's for the funeral.
Bobby had joined a
church earlier this year, and the pastor from his church spoke. His tribute to Bobby, Margaret and their boys
was exceptional. A small group from the
church sang three old hymns a cappella to complement the service. It was a wonderful service in this small
rural town. The auto procession to the
cemetery was very long. I don't know
about customs in other places but, particularly in rural areas around here,
oncoming traffic pulls over and stops for a funeral procession - and that was
certainly the case yesterday. Margaret and Bobby had picked out a plot in a
cemetery in an even smaller community.
And the cemetery and the plot adjoins the farm of one of Bobby's oldest
friends. Bobby had been in the Coast
Guard, so there was a flag on the coffin.
Two very young Coast Guardsmen came to fold the flag and present it to
Margaret. As I said, they were very
young, and not very crisp, but it was still a very moving experience.
We all went back to
Margaret's after the service. Folks from
the church and Bobby's family who live in the area had brought great quantities
of food. We all ate and got in lots of
visiting and reminiscing, too. Kate,
Jean, and I stayed in a nearby motel last night, then went back to Margaret's
this morning for breakfast. The boys are
still there until tomorrow, but the rest of us came home near lunchtime.
It's a tough time.