Concerning the deaths in your family. In the last fifteen years, four family members have died (that I'm aware of). I cried for each of them, but harder for others. When my father's mom passed away, I was a wreck. I was in the Navy at the time and my fiance (now husband) were just getting to our ship for work. My mom called me while we walked across the parking lot. I cried. Hard. I made travel arrangements that day and left the next day. I wore my whites uniform (the white cracker jacks) to the funeral, read a poem I'd written on the plane and left it with her in the casket.
Six years later, her husband followed her. I cried just as hard, but no words. He was a man of so little words, that I didn't want to clutter up his service. I was at work when my Dad called me. I was prepared to finish my shift (roughly three hours) but they told me to go home. My husband played Public Enemies for me at home to calm me.
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