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Traveling back from the Celebration of Life for Nancy. So many wonderful interactions with her family, many of whom I hadn't seen for years... So long that they have kids I had never met. Their kids are awesome, and I think it goes back to a wonderful grandmother.
Such a lot of people wanted to tell us all what a wonderful person she was, and then we had to hang around and talk about how happy we were to get to know each other a bit, that it was about a 4hr shindig.... Which is not enough, really. They are having another get together today, at a pub, but unfortunately we didn't know about that and my traveling companion and I had our plans set.
At least 2, maybe 3, of the people who spoke styled themselves as her children when they were not actually blood related, so I don't feel the least bit bad having styled her as my aunt to my co-workers. One or two were stepchildren, but one is actually the son of her ex-husband and his second wife, but still she was like a mother.
Well, I think our train (2hrs delayed) might be here. I can't wait to board. A little tired of listening to my traveling companion talk to some other passengers about UFOs. Okay, I'm just damned tired at this point. I wish I could teleport home. I just don't want to hear people talk about anything. I want to read Murderbot fanfic in a quiet place.
Such a lot of people wanted to tell us all what a wonderful person she was, and then we had to hang around and talk about how happy we were to get to know each other a bit, that it was about a 4hr shindig.... Which is not enough, really. They are having another get together today, at a pub, but unfortunately we didn't know about that and my traveling companion and I had our plans set.
At least 2, maybe 3, of the people who spoke styled themselves as her children when they were not actually blood related, so I don't feel the least bit bad having styled her as my aunt to my co-workers. One or two were stepchildren, but one is actually the son of her ex-husband and his second wife, but still she was like a mother.
Well, I think our train (2hrs delayed) might be here. I can't wait to board. A little tired of listening to my traveling companion talk to some other passengers about UFOs. Okay, I'm just damned tired at this point. I wish I could teleport home. I just don't want to hear people talk about anything. I want to read Murderbot fanfic in a quiet place.