Because it's been a horribly emotional week for me with lots of crying fests and missing my "old" life, I'll need to resort to photos. Thankfully, my nephew's pictures went up on line which was both a blessing and a curse. I paid him $200 and gave him some direction, but evidently not enough...
Here we are before the event, watching one of our many DVDs, in which Patt is responsible(as always)for encouraging Ashley with her birthday pinata. She wrote me today: And I watched that video last night of the pinata, and realized I'm still the same girl who swung at the pinata one time and started crying and wanting to quit. My response to her: And I'm the woman who depended on her husband for problem solving,as well as emotional stability and now feel like I can't manage my life without him. Or maybe I just don't want to.
The memorabilia table included some special clothing, his Brut cologne, his first "brick" cell phone and lots of photos: wedding, golf, construction projects. I was worried about this, but it all came together nicely, until I had to drag it home and put it away. :(
Many of my dear 1974 RHS Glam Rams were there, including my close blogger friend, Tonya.This group may be all over the map politically and in matters of religion, but we truly appreciate each other and our differences.
And what about RAM PRIDE? These ladies have worked with me or still do at Rogers High School. What an amazing turn out! One of my male colleagues was also at my house guarding it from thieves(yes, it really does happen that criminals read funeral notices and figure out when people will be gone); when we came home, he was outside washing Alison's very, very dirty car. We loved that!
Sadly, my nephew focused A LOT on his relatives which are, unfortunately, the toxic ones. There were numerous pictures of people I didn't want to see, while my own brother and wife weren't in a single shot. (remember I mentioned that I should have been more clear about exact photos I wanted?) This particular one is of my SIL(photographer's mother) and a close up of "brother" on the tri-fold board. Is it supposed to be a message to me? Yes, I understand that he was their brother, but he was my husband and he had had it with his family; it was to the point that when I asked him several times when he was dying whether he wanted me to get them together, he said NO WAY. They had treated him like dirt too often and he was done. :(
I absolutely loved the sing-a-long to Take Me Home, Country Road, but it was way too high for me. At least, nephew/photographer got this decent picture of me when I didn't look like I was straining for those high notes. ;)