June 19th

Today would have been my mother's 63rd birthday. I "celebrated" it by going to the cemetery. John and CJ were kind enough to join me, as I didn't know how well I'd handle things, and wanted to make sure there was someone around who was safe to drive. As it turns out, while there was a flood of emotions, I did okay with them, and ended up driving both directions. We puttered around the cemetery for a while-- I showed CJ the tombs of my grandmother, great-grandparents, and great-great-grandparents, and then we wandered towards the back section with the old graves. He has his own post with some pictures, and someday I'll bother to post the ones on my own phone. In the meantime, it will have to suffice for me to simply say that we wandered amongst the dead, and found some very old graves. There's one tomb for a husband and wife that were both born in the 1790s, which is the only 18th century one I found. That's not incredibly surprising, as the town wasn't founded until 1835.

On the way home, we stopped at the Dairy Queen that Mom and I always stopped at. I couldn't remember whether it was in Richmond or in Romeo (turns out it was in Romeo), which lead to me using the phrase "Nope, wrong Dairy Queen."

Then I got home and had a fairly productive evening, getting about as much done in 4 hours as I had all day yesterday.

June 19th

Today would have been my mother's 63rd birthday. I "celebrated" it by going to the cemetery. John and CJ were kind enough to join me, as I didn't know how well I'd handle things, and wanted to make sure there was someone around who was safe to drive. As it turns out, while there was a flood of emotions, I did okay with them, and ended up driving both directions. We puttered around the cemetery for a while-- I showed CJ the tombs of my grandmother, great-grandparents, and great-great-grandparents, and then we wandered towards the back section with the old graves. He has his own post with some pictures, and someday I'll bother to post the ones on my own phone. In the meantime, it will have to suffice for me to simply say that we wandered amongst the dead, and found some very old graves. There's one tomb for a husband and wife that were both born in the 1790s, which is the only 18th century one I found. That's not incredibly surprising, as the town wasn't founded until 1835.

On the way home, we stopped at the Dairy Queen that Mom and I always stopped at. I couldn't remember whether it was in Richmond or in Romeo (turns out it was in Romeo), which lead to me using the phrase "Nope, wrong Dairy Queen."

Then I got home and had a fairly productive evening, getting about as much done in 4 hours as I had all day yesterday.