My father's mother, Memaw passed away at the end of September. Her brother, Uncle Buddy turned 84 the day she died. The family knew it was coming. Memaw had been diagnosed with
Lewy Body dementia last year and there had already been a few times when the doctors said she was not going to make it. The truth is, if her body would have kept living, she would have went stark raving crazy. It is sad for sure. I was not close to her. I never had been, but she was still my father's mother. My dad drives a motorcycle, so I drove him to Mississippi for her funeral/memorial service. (She was cremated. Is it still called a funeral?)
Aside from the death part of the trip, it was kinda amazing. When I talked to my mom after the trip, she said my dad had told her I was fun and that she had done a good job, to which she replied that I was my own little person. This makes me laugh.
To the amazing part. My father's brothers and sister have not all been together in one place since 1968. On the funeral day, they all came together in the church. Some of his siblings had never met their half sisters (by their father and their step mom). One of the half sisters broke the ice and showed up at the funeral. Sally said she can't go to VJ's (my aunt by marriage) mom funeral and not go to her own brother's mom's funeral. I am so proud of her, my aunt Sally. Sally is in her early forties and had never met one of her brothers and sister. It was crazy. It went smooth. No one acted up, or acted ugly. Obviously, since so much time has passed you are safe to assume there was drama among the family. All of the siblings, but one half sister were all together in the same church. Another amazing fact, Memaw and her husband, Charleton were married 43 years.
Crazy. Amazing.

On the way home, we stopped to see Aunt Myrt. Aunt Myrt is 92. When we showed up, she said we were an answer to her prayers. She had bowls of pears, onions, peppers, out. She had a grinder set up and was knee deep in trying to make pear relish. She had started making it with the expectation that her cleaning lady (sorry I do not know your name, Mrs. Cleaning Lady) could stay and help her finish up the pear relish. Mrs. Cleaning Lady had another job and Aunt Myrt was trying to struggle through making pear relish on her own. She was feeling it in her shoulder that she had had surgery on. We apparently showed up at the perfect time. I got to help Aunt Myrt make pear relish. I have never had the opportunity to do such a thing. Aunt Myrt and my dad laughed when I asked what you do with pear relish. You eat it with beans, turnips, peas is the answer. I still can't believe I made pear relish with Aunt Myrt. I had a little hands on experience with canning too. It was right up my alley. Somehow we made a 4-5 hour trip into an almost 10 hour trip, but that is kinda how I roll on most trips. You have to stop and see the good stuff.
Have a wonderful week BlogFriends!

