I was driving to Richmond VA to attend my aunt's memorial service and stopped in a drug store to pick up a drink. Lipton plain tea in a bottle? Not a chance. Sweet tea and Extra Sweet tea? Two rows of each.
The service was lovely. There were tears in her memory, but we are a restrained bunch. Two daughters, two granddaughters, two grandsons, along with friends to respect her memory. Uncle Jim looked old, frail, but surprisingly strong after his recent stroke. There is a military cemetery outside Richmond, green rolling lawns - a peaceful place. We all needed closure after a rather bad ending to her life, which in any event, does go on for the rest of us.
We needed to sit in the room for hours together, chatting of this and that and recent events. And so we did. Blood is indeed thicker than water. Uncle Jim was so pleased to see each of us, as we were glad to have him with us.