Life must go on, part 3

Grandmom's memorial service was today. Nearly everyone in the family was there, along with a few friends. It was at Haymount United Methodist Church in Fayetteville, where, as I learned today, Grandmom started the church's nursery. She always loved young children. I myself spent a lot of time in that very nursery as a child. I hadn't been to the church in years, and all my memories of it were rather vague. I looked around a bit after the service, and everything seemed to be where I remembered, though a lot of it seemed much smaller than in my memories, which would be expected. It was a good service, given by the church's associate pastor, Rev. David Gira. Afterward, we went to one of my Dad's favorite hangouts, Zorba's. We had some dinner, and stayed there talking for a long time afterward. After a while, we went to Granddad's house. I found out there that Granddad had Grandmom's ashes in his possession, and he hopes to scatter them at Ocean City when he goes there in October.

Like I've been saying, life must go on. It's been a long month, and I will still tell you, I don't know what else to say. It's been good to see almost all my family, and we will all certainly miss Grandmom.

Tomorrow morning, my Dad will be joining my Uncle Tim (Nelson) and Aunt Tara on a trip to western North Carolina. I plan to spend this week working and hopefully spending some more time with my Uncle David and Aunt Martha before they have to return to India.

The weekend after next, a pottery show will be held by my Uncle Tim (Blackburn) at Wesley Chapel Church, near my Grandparents' home near Hickory. I will be going up on that Friday to help them set up.

Classes start again on August 18, but I will still be able to work at the Clayton News-Star.