It's been a little too hard to write this week. I think you can all guess what happened. Everyone but Tony was able to come. Larry and John had just gotten back to Raliegh and had to turn right around.

All us grandkids wrote a second eulogy. Someone decided it would be good for me to read it, but I said I couldn't. Luke volunteered, but once he got up there he just couldn't read it. Seth saved us all.

Bunny and Ruthie were both inconsolable. Not that I didn't try, but it's just terrible to see old ladies crying. I saw the Johnsons, I really like both of them.

I just felt lousy leaving the cemetary at Bourne and driving right back to my Mom's. I know Grandma'd be yelling at me for even coming, with all the things I have to do. More on that later.