Long week, what with a trip to Chicago for a conference from Monday to Wednesday, then a trip to La Porte on Wednesday afternoon through today for my uncle's funeral. Yes, another uncle, yes, another funeral.
I was thinking about this today. Some years ago it was my grandparents' generation. Now, it seems, it is the older members of my parents' generation. Granted, I still have one grandparent left (Dad's mom), but over the last few years I've lost four uncles. I only have two left at this point and it saddens me.
It was hard today. I left a rose from my uncle's grave on my grandpa's grave (his dad) and also saw another aunt & uncle's grave. Sometimes I feel so small and insignificant. Today was one of those times.
The funeral dinner was held at my grandma's church, the same one I attended growing up. The church seems smaller than ever and the fellowship hall (downstairs in the basement), doesn't seem nearly as large as it did when I was a kid. I always find it interesting to see how things change and how things stay the same after time has passed. The pastor (the same one who preached when I was a kid) is the same, really, only with gray hair now. Now the parsonage is a little bigger and there is a playground spot next door to the church, but overall, much has stayed the same from my kidhood.
On the trip home, Sister and I had some good talks about life, family and other topics. Got home about an hour ago, wishing I were at the State Fair with my friends pigging out on Fair Food but knowing that I was needed home today. g'night.
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