In about an hour, my kids and I will be heading down to Pennsylvania for Beautiful Aunt Joyce's wake. The past two days have been lighthearted, but the emotional dark clouds are definitely rolling in.
I guess they're expecting 1000 people at the wake tonight and 700 for the funeral tomorrow, which explains why the services were scheduled when they were. There will be police and fire department personnel directing traffic through the tiny town of Tamaqua, where BAJ was a pastor at St. Peter's United Church, and they must have needed time to coordinate everything.
Lori and her family left about a half hour ago, but she just called to say that they had a little fender bender in the parking lot of the plaza where they stopped to pick up some bagels. Lori said the woman in the other car was a total bitch who called someone and said "some white people" hit her. Jesus Christ, GET OVER THAT SHIT! And you DO NOT want to piss my Harly-ridin' sister off on the way to her aunt's wake.
Now I'm all riled up.
Anyway, I probably won't post again until after I get back to Vegas. But who knows, maybe I will. These days I need you more than you need me.