A high school friend handed me this photo from nearly 10 years ago; it was at my 30th high school reunion and I remember being a "bit" annoyed about the sweatshirt Patt chose to wear. The girls had forced encouraged him to get it on our road trip down the Oregon and California coast; he bonded with it, in spite of its sort of embarrassing message. (And the answer is YES!) Of course the sweatshirt attracted attention at the reunion and people laughed a lot, especially the men. But Patt really didn't care much about that; he wanted to wear it, so he did, in spite of my dressy outfit. *sigh* Remember how I told you how stubborn he was? He also didn't give a rip about what other people thought of his appearance, including me. :) So, we're getting started on the plans for our 40th reunion(gulp) and I managed to make the meeting today, although I almost talked myself out of it because I didn't feel like being around people. Then I remembered my vow to keep busy and to not turn down invitations; when I got there, it was reinforced to me with hugs and conversation that I am loved by these people. And several of them said, "See you next weekend!" That's been my other major worry. Who will come to Patt's memorial? Who will NOT? I have no control over it, but I'm hoping that HIS friends and colleagues attend too, not just our close friends/family and MY large group of loved ones. Already my step-grandma will not be there because she refuses to be around my uncle and aunt, with whom she's had a major falling out. Patt's unsupportive sister and brother are a huge question mark due to family drama(they handle situations like hormonal junior high girls); his wonderful half brother who is dying of cancer really wants to be there, but may not be able to make it. So, there is lots of uncertainty and I HATE THAT. It makes me fretful. Go ahead and tell me that none of it matters and that I shouldn't worry, but it does and I do. I'm also struggling with what to put on the memorabilia table--wedding photos, a Stanley power lock, a Stairs by Patt sweatshirt, his cell phone? I may just have to be totally random about those decisions--not my style at all! Good things about this weekend?
A former colleague sent me these beautiful pearl bracelets which represent lung cancer awareness; I'm intending that the girls and I will wear them next weekend. My nephew(the son of my husband's sister and icky BIL) has promised to take pictures at the memorial which means that he's definitely attending. Jeff, the fellow stair guy who bought Patt's van, came by to get a paper signed and LOVES the vehicle. He's had the interior redone and it looks great; he also mentioned how well organized my husband was. He's keeping his tools in the same boxes as my husband did! It was bittersweet to see the van outside the house again and especially difficult to watch him drive away in it...but to build STAIRS, which was my husband's passion. Now, I have to gird up my loins for mask making tomorrow and Mardi Gras this Tuesday. Laissez les bons temps rouler!