Families and Funerals

I can't remember what I said in the last blog and don't really care....

In a nutshell I gave up going to PC to be with my familia in Bakersfield and I don't regret it for a second. As Nernie continually said today, "We're where we're meant to be." For me that was not in Mexico, but by my mom's side when we found out that Aunt Belle died this morning.

Let me just say I have never been more glad to hear that somebody had passed away. No I'm not being mean, if you had seen how she was yesterday you would agree with me. We walked into her hospital room yesterday to a jarring sight; she lay on her bed with her mouth open unable to speak. She looked like a bad dream, and based on what we've been told by doctor's she was in immense amounts of pain, so it's good that she's back home with God. I'm all scrambled right now and can't think about anything except that two day trip.

Oh families and funerals.... Funny similarity between the two, both of them are inescapable. Nobody can out run death...and you're stuck with the family you're born with.