friday

I went to my grandma's graveside funeral yesterday.
It didn't happen though because the truck transporting the grave vault
wrecked on the interstate and the vault was damaged.
 We will try again Saturday.
We, my sisters and I stuck around the cemetery with moms sister, our Aunt.
It's an old country cemetery. My aunt took us to many of our relatives graves and told us what she knew about each of them.
It was interesting. One of my great grandmothers x4 i think was walked out of the state and to Michigan by people who did not want her here because she was an Indian. while in Michigan she met my grandfather. he married her and brought her back to KY.........:O)
My great uncle Dave is buried there.
His headstone read "father
                                  grandfather
                                 teacher
                                 coach
                                  poet"
the poet part made me smile.
I didn't know him very well. But I remember liking him.
I  remember visiting his home in Florida when I was a child. I believe he loved to cook. I remember him making a big production of preparing turtle soup and oyster soup.
It was his work of art for that moment! I remember him being loud, jovial, and very social. What I didn't know until yesterday
was he went through deep bouts of excruciating depression after his son was murdered and was treated with electro shock therapy.  Sad.

So anyway, I was supposed to return to work from my vacation this Saturday. I decided to take
the weekend off to attend the funeral, and spend time with my moms family.