It seemed like a good idea.

Last night Derek, the boys, and I headed to AC for a memorial and remembrance service hosted by the funeral home where Daddy's viewing was held. My mother did not mention the service to me, I saw the invitation at her house over the weekend while the boys and I were there. I had a wedding to attend so we drove down and spent last weekend with Nan. The wedding was very nice, I saw many friends I grew up with that I haven't seen since Daddy's funeral. The bride's mother passed away from cancer about a year ago so it was a very emotional service. It was also the first time I had been back to that particular church since Daddy's funeral service so it was very emotional for me as well, but I got through it. So anyway, there was a memorial service being held last night. Mom was going and I did not want her to go alone so we went and I told my sister-in-law about it as well. We all showed up, 4 adults and 5 kids. Not good odds. Now one of those kids was my 13 year old niece but she wasn't much help. I was holding Asher so I wasn't any help, that left Derek (who told me later that he considered moving to another row so people wouldn't think he was with us), Hanlon and mom. Derek and Mom were sitting on each end of the row and were not within arms reach of a child, my niece Abby really needed 2 people to entertain her and then there were Aidan and Spencer. I don't really know how to describe it, the boys were not bad they just would not sit still and their whisper was not really a whisper. And Abby, I get tired just thinking about Abby. She was all over the place, again, she wasn't being bad, just the typical 18 month old stuff. Put all 3 together and it was a circus. At least we were sitting off to the side and there was another family in front of us with a child that was not happy to be there. They did look back at us a time or two for various noises. The service was very touching and it was thoughtful. I was worried about how emotional I might be but with the sideshow going on around me all I could do was smile and think about Daddy looking down on his grandchildren and laughing. Maybe it will be a Merry Christmas after all.