Little Mama and I have been AWOL. Today was for going back home to put flowers on family graves. It was chaos just trying to get her out of the house this morning. She was dressed all but for changing shoes for her house shoes, but she couldnt get it together. She kept putting on more makeup rather than changing her shoes, and then yelling at me that she cant hurry, so to go away and leave her alone. So I left. And I waited ten minutes and then go back and shes still in her house shoes and trying on jackets. She needs to look good to go home and I need to get on the road before the predicted rain catches us. Of course shes mad at me again for just coming back, and I let her rant while I set her down and take off her house shoes, thereby forcing her to put something else on. Then she cant make a decision on which jacket so I pick one, take her by the arm and lead her out of the room while shes berating me for not warning her ahead of time that this was where we were going. Of course shes known for days, even helped me get flowers unpacked and put in the car, but she doesnt know up from skididdle, so it must be my fault. By the time I got her in the car she was bawling and yelling at me to just take her back in the house. I bluntly told her to stop pouting, to buckle up her seat belt and if she didnt want to talk to me, then just feel free to shut up. WELL. I want you all to know that was THE quietest ride back to Prague weve ever taken together. Of course she forgot why she was mad before wed gone 4 blocks, but she remembered enough to know she wasnt talking. She pouted all the way to Shawnee, at which time I dragged her little ass into McDonalds to go to the bathroom, and then back in the car and headed East. Not a bad car ride at all, considering everything that went down. And then we reached the first cemetery and all was forgotten in the business of putting pretties on our sweet familys graves. It always makes me cry when I do my Daddy and my sister, Dianes graves. They are side by side and I am somewhat envious that they are together and whole and happy and done with this crazy place, and Im still here battling life and the aches and pains of all it entails. But, the flowers looked beautiful by the time I left, and the flag flying at the foot of Daddys grave put a hitch in my breath. I looked out all across that vast space and saw flags interspersed among the headstones and flowers and knew those were where military veterans were buried. Before I left, I also put flowers at the grave of my childrens Sala grandparents. Since the death of THEIR only daughter this past year, they were the only flowers there.
Posted on: Sat, 24 May 2014 19:28:06 +0000
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