I feel like I haven't been home and in my "regular" world for several days. And even when I was attempting to live my normal life, I felt out of sync.
When the Mr.'s mom died on Monday night, I had the school hire a sub for Tuesday. I scrambled to leave lesson plans that a sub could teach, and the Mr. and I joined the rest of his family to finalize funeral plans. Mom E. had pre-planned her funeral-- a blessing.
I spent the afternoon hunting pictures for a video of Mom E.'s life. I tried to begin her obituary, but just couldn't do it. We took off for U town that evening to take L out for her birthday. I'm pretty sure it wasn't her best birthday ever, but it was good to spend some time with her.
Arriving home, we found an envelope for the Mr. Now, most of the time the Mr. has been pretty composed this week. He opened this little package, couldn't speak, and tears filled his eyes.
After the day off, the Mr. and I both worked on Wednesday and Thursday. Besides compiling and emailing pictures in the evening, I also wrote Mom E.'s obituary.
Thursday night was the visitation at the funeral home. It was a reunion of folks from the Mr.'s little hometown, as was her funeral today at their country church. Old friends gathered and remembered and laughed. Cousins had made the trip to pay their respects, so it was a family reunion of sorts, too.
There were so many touching moments this week. All five of my dad's sisters sent sympathy cards, and they all arrived on the same day. So sweet. (They always make us feel so loved.) Ditto that for my dad and siblings who sent a beautiful spray of flowers. Tiny Town friends made the trip to the visitation and/or the funeral. In the midst of their hectic lives, they still made time to support the Mr.
Tonight we are somewhat collapsed. However, no one could possibly be more exhausted than the Mr.'s little brother and his wife. They have opened their house to us all week. They've fed us, organized Mom E.'s affairs, and taken phone calls. For 23 years we have relied on the little brother to take care of Mom E., and this week he and his wife have taken care of all of us. I hope they know how much we appreciate everything they have sacrificed and everything they have done. We'll never be able to repay them.
I'd like to think we are done, but Mom E.'s apartment still needs to be emptied. That is Sunday's job.
It has been a long week, a sad week, but a good week. I might not have a clue what day it is, but I know I won't forget the week. There have been tears, but there has also been the love of family and friends to support us. There has been laughter and wine and time with handsome nephews. There have been hugs from the Mr.'s cousins who we don't see often enough. But mainly there have been a lot of fond memories and funny stories.
And through it all, you could almost feel Mom E. smiling down on us.