Loose Ends

So I spent a few days in the Land of the Children of the Corn, makig the niceties one must when a parent dies.  My brother, who had done all the heavy lifting these past years, handled the end times with grace and aplomb.  Kid can still throw a frisbee, too.  My sister-in-law successfully resisted what would have been to anyone else an overwhelming need to loudly rejoice, kept all nerves unruffled and stood in there with us like the sweetie she is.  My father's special friend tried her hardest to keep the focus on herself, reading a poem of her own writ during the memorial service, waving one arm above her head (rapture?) during the hymns.  The vultures from institutions dad had supported dutifully attended, embarassing in their efforts to ingratiate themselves.  Ahh well.  That's that.  I did get to see some folks I hadn't for twenty-some years, and sat in the front pew for the first time in more than forty.  Likely the last time for either of those perturbations in my wa.