...I'm a little verklempt...a little Mike Meyers humor.
Something I never ever do or practice doing...going to the mausoleum where Mom and Dad are...well, their remains, which is the reason I don't normally practice going...they are not there. But for some reason, today, maybe because it is the 10 year anniversary of Dad's death, I decided I wanted go, and go by myself.The place is huge and I usually get lost, but once Mom died, I made sure to have the exact location in my cell phone so I'd have it with me. But for some reason, nothing made sense to me...I just walked and kind of knew...turned one of the many corners, stopped, took a double take, and there they were...it was meant for me to go, just to remember them both. After hurricane Katrina, we hesitated calling the cemetery because we could tell the area had been under water. We didn't find out until the one year anniversary of Mom's death when the 3 of us daughters went down there and happened to see a worker there to ask. They were high enough that their crypts did not fill with water, but the bottom two definite were under. I know they are not there, but it was good to hear. Mom always wanted to get out of town at the first sign of a storm, so it was good to know their remains were safe.
And the best part was to see my friend, Allison. One of my girls from Youth when I was a leader. I remember her since 8th grade, now she's turning 20 this month. She's a lethal black belt down for the World Karate Tournament.
Got home and called up Lisa to see if she had eaten yet. So we ended up going out to eat...had good food, good dessert, and good coffee talk...