My childhood babysitter, died Tuesday night. She was 92. I went to see one of her daughters Thursday, and was asked to help do her flowers. So, at the flower shop, we did 99% of the flowers, including the casket spray. The church was packed today as I attended her funeral. She being African-American, and me, white, I thought some of her great-great grandkids would say something. But they accepted me with open arms.
After I got home, my adopted sister called me to say her ex-father-in-law died this morning. He blew his face off with a gun. I didn't know he was that bad off. I knew his wife died a few years ago of cancer. We don't know why he did it. Supposedly, he left a note, but my sis's son who was close to him, but wasn't up to discussing this with her. I always thought the world of him.
Wonder what kind of week this will be......
Doofers