Again I am winning the war of posting . . . but that's the way it goes when I'm on the road . . . and the rest of you are pussies.
I'm staying an extra day in Jersey, originally not by design (see last post) but now as a man on a mission. One of the things that was on the docket for this trip was to finally take care of returning some of mom Mom's remains to the family plot where her sister and parents are buried. Apparently we can cut open then ground with only a days notice. In fact, everything except for the plaque/stone can be put together in less than 24 hours. So tomorrow, when I was originally scheduled to be in Queens loafing around at a friend's house, I will instead be spending the time with my family burying my Mom by her sister (not her parents, long story).
Speaking of family, I don't believe I have told the story of my cousin Melissa yet. Of all the people I have seen on this trip, it is Melissa that is the most special to me, and Melissa that is the one I haven't seen in a long time. I think the last time that I saw Melissa was when I was 8. I may have seen her once since then, however she was/is very different than the girl I remember. I'll get into it in more detail on a later post. The important thing that I am trying to get to is that hanging out with Melissa is equally as hard as when my Mom died. It is probably the first time I've cried since then. I'll get into it later, I have to go take care of cremains action now.
I'm staying an extra day in Jersey, originally not by design (see last post) but now as a man on a mission. One of the things that was on the docket for this trip was to finally take care of returning some of mom Mom's remains to the family plot where her sister and parents are buried. Apparently we can cut open then ground with only a days notice. In fact, everything except for the plaque/stone can be put together in less than 24 hours. So tomorrow, when I was originally scheduled to be in Queens loafing around at a friend's house, I will instead be spending the time with my family burying my Mom by her sister (not her parents, long story).
Speaking of family, I don't believe I have told the story of my cousin Melissa yet. Of all the people I have seen on this trip, it is Melissa that is the most special to me, and Melissa that is the one I haven't seen in a long time. I think the last time that I saw Melissa was when I was 8. I may have seen her once since then, however she was/is very different than the girl I remember. I'll get into it in more detail on a later post. The important thing that I am trying to get to is that hanging out with Melissa is equally as hard as when my Mom died. It is probably the first time I've cried since then. I'll get into it later, I have to go take care of cremains action now.
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