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It turned out to be a long two days, but a very good time to see family that I had missed.  We (Miss Boo and I) going straight from the journey to Aunt P's viewing.   It was nice and there was a steady stream of humanity traipsing thru but not too many at one time.  Since Aunt P was the mother of 5 and one of 5 siblings herself, there was more than enough family there. 

I was asked a couple of times if I would be going over to the "other" funeral home, but a small shake of my head was really all it took.  Most of my cousins knew, or at least seemed to understand that I wouldn't go.  

But, yes, the viewings were concurrent and in neighboring towns and the funerals the next morning were 30 minutes apart, designed to be at the gravesite concurrently too, I believe.  Oh yes, I found out that she was to be buried 5 spaces away from Aunt P and a mere 3 spaces from my dear Grandma's resting place.  Grandma must be having a fit in the great beyond.  Heh.

As it turned out, the eulogy was beautiful but long and the other funeral was over by the time Aunt P was interred.  All those remaining at the graveside were my sister, dad, his brother and my uncle's wife.  They were waiting for our procession.   In the end after the graveside ceremony, I gave him a quick hug and offered my condolences.

I know I spoke at length about the deceased monster, but it has been brought to my attention that my feelings for Dad were not touched upon.  Honestly, I don't ever anticipate speaking to him again.  If our paths cross, which is highly unlikely, I will be polite, but I am so over trying to establish any type of relationship.  I think he knows that, too.  He never asked my sister if I'd be there.  Actually he didn't mention me at all.  It's done.

 

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