Mamaw died a week and a half ago. Here's a picture of her and Sam when we visited her in Illinois in 2009.
I took Andy and Sam down to Alabama for her funeral this past weekend.
It was, or seemed, sudden. She wanted to go quickly, and it was so.
Papaw died nine years ago, and she was the last of her brothers and sisters to go.
I do believe she's having a great time catching up with them all now.
But she's missed.
We did some catching up of our own. It was great to see all the cousins, uncles, aunts, in-laws, and outlaws.
Sam took these next few.
Mamaw crocheted The Lord's Prayer several years ago, and it's hanging there in Southside Baptist Church where the reception was held. (Photo cred: Aunt Margie)
I do wish we'd try and get together on non-funeral occasions.
Later that evening...
One last visit to Mamaw and Papaw's grave before heading out of town.
Back to New Orleans, for a flight back to Calgary the next day.
Love you, Mamaw.