Sad, sad, day! Dad held it together well for his sister’s funeral this morning but my Aunt Edna (his other sister) didn’t hold it together as well. Their brother passed away in February and the last 5 years or so have been brutal. Let’s see for my side: Aunt Violet, my brother Ron, Uncle Gil, Uncle Ken, Aunt Arlene, Aunt Toodie, cousin Dennis Sheehan, Uncle Donnie – so including Aunt Pauline that’s nine. For my hubby’s side: his Grandpa and Grandma Rolfson and sister in law Erin. I’m tired of funerals. I can only imagine if I feel that way how my parents must feel…

I do have one actually funny story from the funeral. Pauline had been baptized but was not an active member of the Mormon church. Her kids and hubby had never been baptized. They agreed that Dad could dedicate the grave. When he finished, he said the minister came up to him afterward and said, “I like that part about the Melchizidek Priesthood.” I asked Dad if he explained authority through the restored gospel to him and he said he did not. Now I’m afraid the minister will just put use that phrase whenever he likes. Yikes!