We just got back from (another) short but crazy-packed trip to Iowa. This time it was a bit sadder, it was for a funeral, but we got to see a lot of family that I don't normally see which was nice. My Studly Hubby and I both looked snappy in our suits and I got to ride around in my mom's new VW Jetta which is pretty fun (the dashboard is lit with pink and purple) and we got back in time so I can still teach my class at the Y this morning. It was the funeral of my mom's dad, so I was worried she would take it pretty hard, but she stayed functional and didn't get into any car accidents which is always a plus. She still cried a bunch, especially when we sang the song about the Little Brown Church in the Vale (which is in her and her dad's hometown, where the funeral was). We had to sing that song twice, and both times was a bit of a tear-jerker.
You get a lot of big bunches of flowers at a funeral and it's very hard to figure out what to do with all of them afterwards, especially when you're not really thinking clearly. We finally put most of them on the freshly covered grave, and a few people took some home, including us. We got a beautiful bouquet in a wood basket that I plan to keep and use later. Maybe I'll someday plant something in it! Or maybe I'll just fill it up with green styrofoam.