Clara's Memorial

It’s Monday. It no longer feels like Friday, but I still think it should be. LOL The memorial service for Clara went well. Her family is so close and they all love to make people laugh so they tried to make it as lighthearted as possible. Her son Alan told one of the stories that was her favorite to tell people.

When he was little he was in big trouble for something and he smart mouthed her and she smacked his cheek. He then said he’d be a good Christian and would turn the other cheek. Well she smacked the other cheek. (And no it wasn’t child abuse.)

I would have loved to have spent more time with her family especially Rollin her husband. My substitute grandpa. But mom was pretty torn up and ready to go. Plus Rollin was very tired. I think he was just ready for everyone to leave him alone for a while. Seeing him cry was the hardest part for me. When you watch a man who liberated the concentration camps during WWII break down and cry it’s very hard not to follow his lead. But I did good. I didn’t cry. Wanted to but Mom did enough crying for both of us. Rollin just looked lost though. He lost his bride of 67 years. It helped a little that she had Alzheimer’s though. She hadn’t been herself for a couple of years so her passing was more of just her body going. But also the hope of ever seeing just a glimpse of the old Clara was gone too.

But I’m sure she’s up there playing cards with her son Roger and my grandpa like they used to. Besides I have many a pet up there to keep her company too. The really hard time will be when Rollin dies. But I’m hoping that won’t be for a while yet. But this is like the dream Clara had. Her and Rollin have gone separate ways at the fork in the road but they will meet again someday.