Today was the funeral of my dear man.
I did not throw up or faint or cry.
The day was all about how wonderful my love was..
Why did I fret...the service was perfect!
350 or so people came to celebrate his life..with Irish football players in uniform and Irish dancers in uniform.
My daughter played a favorite piece of her father's on the Irish tin whistle.
The grandchildren behaved..
taken from the church handout.
I did see in the obituary that they put he was 70...that was awful..until I realized that my healthy athlete
was 70...OMG how did that happen????
Mr. O'Quilts is in peace now..no more horrid ALS...22 months of slow decline..he is free..TBTG
He is lucky...The weakness in his chest muscles did not support the lungs and off he went..missing some of the more terrible times.
Me...sitting here tonight debriefing with Rin Tin Tin, my security system, my vino tinto and my
Now...5 days a widow, I decided to work on something new....
Thank you all for being our friends!