Around noon everyone started to get dressed up to go to the funeral home for my grandma's visitation. Anytime you go to church or to the funeral home, you wear the best thing that you have.... because that is how we were raised. I know that it shouldn't matter what you wear, but I know from my years in the classroom that it DOES matter. When you dress up, you tend to behave in a different way and people treat you differently and assume intentions that are unlike those that you receive when you are casually dressed. The visitation lasted from 2:30-7 and the line was about 30-40 people long the entire time. My mother and her sister never sat down. While I knew many of the faces who came through tonight, many of them were unfamiliar. I had a few people act like they knew me, but I couldn't recall their name at all. I need to come up with a smoother way to apologize for not remembering who people are, as I imagine this is going to happen quite frequently from now on.
One of the perks of being back home is that I have a huge pool of babysitters to pull from. Today one of my husband's cousins watched our son so that we wouldn't have to juggle him like my cousins were trying to do with their kids. Even with a babysitter in the family room of the mortuary, we kept taking people back to that room to see our son. So many people wanted to see him in person because he has become a local facebook legend and they have been watching him grow up online.
The fireworks probably happened tonight, but we were all too tired to go to town to watch them. My grandmother didn't really like fireworks anyways, so it seems fitting that we just get ready for bed and her burial tomorrow.
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