The Christmas tree is down and ready to be put back in the attic. Almost all of the evidence has been removed - except for the vast amount of new toys scattered everywhere!
Today, I'm working on reclaiming my home. Reorganizing my decorations, wrappings, boxes, etc. We've been sorting toys and building our yard sale pile in the basement (which flooded again from them huge melt and the rain).
We had a very good Christmas. Christmas Eve, Jeremy, Jacob, and I opened our gifts to each other and played with toys. Santa came and left a huge train table. We spent Christmas Day with Brammie and Bampa, Jeremy's sisters and their families. We did have a great time! It was good to have everyone together.
Friday afternoon, Jeremy, Jacob and I went down to Bronson for Larry's visitation. It was good to see Larry's family, my sister and her kids too. Jacob blew kisses to "Bampa Larry" and told him goodbye. I cried. Jacob was aiming for old lady ankles with his trucks and hitting his targets. Thankfully, he's cute and they got a kick out of him while we made him apologize. Jacob saw an Amish buggy with a horse in the parking lot and after staring like completely rude asses (and I know better than that too!), we shopped our way home.
Saturday morning, Jeremy and I set off in the pea soup thick fog, for the teeny-tiny town of Burr Oak to go to Larry's funeral. I did okay at keeping myself together. I had a few moments. I had only brought an handkerchief with me and my nose was full from crying and I didn't want to blow my nose in the hanky. Of course, that brought me to more tears. My big brother saved the day! After the dinner, I talked to Larry's daughter, Corinne, and she said to me, "It was good to look back behind me and see so many Elenbaases here." You don't get all of us together very often, and even to have 4 out of the 5 is really good. Again, we shopped our way home. And, I do have to say - A peppermint twist mocha, from Starbucks, is divine after a long day, and only church lady coffee!
We're all pretty sure that Larry and my dad have spent some time catching up and have been playing cards since joining each other again. I like to think that's true. I like to think they've found my sister too. There will always be a very special place in my heart for Larry. To say he was a wonderful man, does not say enough. I can never explain in words what Larry meant to my family (Edna excluded). My only hope, is to grow up one day, to be as good of a friend, as Larry was to my father.
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