A Bean in Your Bra?

We are home. I was beginning to think it was never going to happen. What a long, intense few days it has been.

We arrived in Florida late Thursday night and the whirlwind began immediately. Family came in and out constantly. It was next to impossible to find a few minutes alone. It seemed that as soon as one meal was cleaned up it was time for another to be prepared. Nerves were absolutely frayed. By the time the viewing ruled around, we were frazzled. We got in our cars and headed for the funeral home. How difficult to see my FIL after two and a half years looking so different. We were all so upset and dealing with it in our own ways.

Now, I have the greatest two kids in the whole world and this has been the most difficult thing for them. Although they have been to a funeral or two, but they've never been to one for someone so close to them. The tears were flowing and the tension was very thick. I guess R knew it was going to be a very difficult evening, especially for L. Bless her heart - the kid planned ahead.

Have any of you noticed the mole on the side of Obama's face? R refers to it as a nostril knurl (For those of you who are like me and had no idea what a knurl is, according to the dictionary, it is a knob, knot, or other small protuberance). Ever since he has been in the public eye, we have been concerned that the man should have it removed. You might be asking, what on earth does this have to do with a viewing? What on earth does this have to do with R at all? I'm going to tell you! Since Obama was elected, R has been sticking a small bean on the side of her nose and waiting for someone to notice. When they do, she tells them she looks like Obama. Don't ask why - it's just one of those wacky little things our family does! So, knowing that L was going to be upset at the viewing, she stuck some beans in her pocket before we left the house. Sure enough, L was indeed upset and out came the bean. She stuck it to the side of her nose and broke the tension for L. However, it didn't stick to the side of her nose. It fell into her bra. Being into the 'moment,' I was very unaware of all of this. All of the sudden, R looks at me with this urgent look and whispering that she thinks she may have a bean in her bra. What? Surely I heard her wrong. But no, she is insistent that she go to the bathroom immediately because she's positive she has a bean in her bra! I'll be dipped! She did! Now, how many viewings have you been to where you end up in the bathroom with someone fishing a bean out of her bra? I have to admit it was a first for me!

My sister and I managed to sneak out for a few pictures. We haven't seen each other in three years, so it was great to see her again. We managed to sneak a few pictures in front of the funeral home - that explains the hearse in the background! (She's on the right, so that would make me the one on the left!)