Last Wednesday morning, a member of our extended family, Karen, was killed in a head-on collision while on her way to work. The funeral was yesterday afternoon. My brothers and sister and I grew up calling this wonderful woman “Aunt”; we have a lot of great memories of her that we will cherish forever. My thoughts and prayers go out to her husband and four children. I can’t imagine how difficult it will be for her kids to grow up without a mother.
The funeral home was so packed that some people stood in the hall. Jordan and I, my dad, and Keesje with Ashe all stood in the funeral director’s office where we could still hear the service. It also gave us a bit of privacy to keep Ashe quiet and to feed him. Ashe met his Uncle Devon for the first time, as well as Brenda (one of the sisters of the deceased and my “stepmom”) and Perry. Brenda was very happy that we brought the baby with us; she called him her “happy place” that day.
After the funeral we attended the reception in the community hall and had the chance to visit with many people whom we haven’t seen in years. It’s still a little unbelievable that a tragedy like this can happen, but I know everyone will get through it in their own way.