Whirlwind

One thing about my Grams' outlook on life, when the hard knocks came knocking she kept on moving.

Today, was an example of that for our family.

I went out in pseudo-public for the first time. Body combat at 6am. Loud music. Perfect time to punch and kick.

It was hard the first two days, when not many people knew. People would stop and ask Momma, "How's your Momma doing?" Talk about slightly awkward to have to break the news about your own relative. We went to Cville yesterday, and there were even people from Cpep there.

Certainly happy that we're past that stage.

Today, was a day of preparation and celebration as a family. Grams would of loved it. Basically, it was work with a dash of eating with a dash of athletics (which she liked that we did, but had no desire to do). For the past 10 years, she called field hockey 'soccer.'

Bubba while we prepped the reception.

The boys cleaning.

The boys golfing. They were nice and let us hit at
the driving range. Trust me, we had no problem
chilling in the shade. And, then we were over it
and called in an order to Baby Jim's. Then, of course,
Trett hit a hole-in-one while we chowed down.

Trying to find Worth's ball...in the rough.

The girl cousins...

IHOP after the Visitation. So hungry and tired.

Moral of the Story: There were many hands we shook and hugs we received/gave tonight. But, I think I was amazed by how many people are going to miss her. I own that she was our Grams and Momma or Gertrude. But, she was others as well. Her bank teller came. Her doctors. Her law enforcement officers. Her employees from years ago. Many others as well. She may be missed, but she will outlive her life.

I feel like such a mother.  (Mothers have a knack for compartmentalizing.) Happy 11th Birthday, Banco Hudson!