There and back again
Oct. 27th, 2002 04:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
treeskin....plane got in aroun 9 last night. Could someone please explain to me why the pilots into and out of Syracuse felt hte need to ride the brakes on landing? We needed the @#@# seat belts.
Other than that, an uneventful trip. The folks didn't bring Grandma Phillips up for the funeral. First, her health's too fragile for that long a trip. Second, I guess she's not aware enough to have known what was going on. By's mom said that they'd told Granny about Grandpa's death that night, and she seemed to understnad, and asked some lucid questions. But the next day, they'd had to tell her all over again. *Sigh* We knew that was coming too, but it's depressing. I expect we'll be making another trip north for her in the next year or so.
The funeral went well--we buried Grandpa with the last walking stick he was carving, and his pocket knife. By was one of the pall bearers, along with his dad, uncle, brother, a cousin, and the man who'd helped take care of the grandparents before they were moved to Virginia. We were all doing okay, until the preacher read a poem the Grandpa had written a long time ago and included in his will; three lines in and we were all crying. I'm tyring to get a copy of it, it's a very good expression of his personality.
Today, we went to get groceries and a stack of movies. By put a stew in the slow cooker, and the movies go in when I get off the computer. It's cold, and dreary, and we're antisocial.
Other than that, an uneventful trip. The folks didn't bring Grandma Phillips up for the funeral. First, her health's too fragile for that long a trip. Second, I guess she's not aware enough to have known what was going on. By's mom said that they'd told Granny about Grandpa's death that night, and she seemed to understnad, and asked some lucid questions. But the next day, they'd had to tell her all over again. *Sigh* We knew that was coming too, but it's depressing. I expect we'll be making another trip north for her in the next year or so.
The funeral went well--we buried Grandpa with the last walking stick he was carving, and his pocket knife. By was one of the pall bearers, along with his dad, uncle, brother, a cousin, and the man who'd helped take care of the grandparents before they were moved to Virginia. We were all doing okay, until the preacher read a poem the Grandpa had written a long time ago and included in his will; three lines in and we were all crying. I'm tyring to get a copy of it, it's a very good expression of his personality.
Today, we went to get groceries and a stack of movies. By put a stew in the slow cooker, and the movies go in when I get off the computer. It's cold, and dreary, and we're antisocial.
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Date: 2002-10-27 02:47 pm (UTC)