The celebration of Butch's life was fantastic. It was indeed everything it should be. Two days after his death, I put together a slideshow, and the boys helped me get it ready for the big day. It worked like a charm. My friend and sister-in-law, Keri, put together the food, the serving of it, and the cleanup. Emily, Leo and Keri's daughter put together and had printed the memorial folder. The come-and-go theme worked well. The Depot was a great place to have it. I was able to see so many people! The weather was perfect. I do not recall even one snafu.
Today I mailed the last of the thank you cards, dropped off a deposit at the bank, and took a donation to the food bank. I followed up with getting a covid and flu shot, along with a quick trip to the grocery store. I was out of cottage cheese. For many of you who think I don't drive, I do now. I still do not like to drive, even more so when I am stressed, and I have had a fair amount of that in the year 2025. I am getting more and more comfortable behind the wheel. When Butch and I chose the house we live in, one of the main things I loved was that it was a mile from nearly everything, and walking a mile is something I can do with ease.
Yesterday I was bragging that I had a day without tears. Today in the grocery store, I ran into one of the guys with whom Butch played fast-pitch softball for many years. I shed a few.
Each day is a bit better.
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