EllaEnchanted
<font color=darkturquoise>iDIS...resistance is fut
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Hi Friends...glad it's Sunday and that Saturday is over. I went to my neighbor's funeral service. Fortunately, I didn't have to go on crutches. I took a lot of vicodin and limped. There wasn't a dry eye in the house. It was so crowded. I cried immediately after seeing the first picture of Kelly. There was a long line to wait in to go up front to greet Mike and Kelly's parents. Then I sat in the back and John and the kid stood. The lady sitting next to me had a small boy with her who just returned to sit with her. I said at least the kids are not here. She told me, "Oh yes they are, they were just playing together." Then I saw the back of Mikayla's head sitting with her dad getting ready to start the service. I lost it. The woman then told me that Mikayla is blocking the whole thing out. She's walking around being giddy and silly. OMG that poor child. Then during the service they told the ages of the kids...Mikayla is 7 and little Michael is only 4. I didn't realize that he was that much younger than his sister. OMG that poor family. I'm glad that day is over for me. We didn't go to the cemetary. We left the church and went home. Enough! I would have started sobbing uncontrollably and didn't want to do that. I tried to be strong, but it was so hard.