With Love from Louey

Saturday, July 26, 1980
Dear Diary, Mom woke up and she got ready then she woke everyone else up! When we were all ready we went to [Aunt]'s. Then everyone went to [Uncle]'s funerul, exept [brother], [cousin], [cousin] and I. [Different uncle] took us to [his mom]'s house. Then [Uncle] took us back later on! We went to [Aunt]'s house for a little while. Then [brother], Mom, [other brother], and I went to [other Aunt]'s house to visit. Then we went back to [first Aunt]'s for a while then we went back to the Motell and went to bed!

Saturday, September 29, 2007
Dear Weblog, funerals aren't very fun when you're a kid. Obviously it involves a lot of running around visiting with relatives you may not know very well. I don't know how much I enjoyed it back then, but it's different now. I don't think of funerals as 'fun', but I do enjoy the running around and visiting with everyone - most of whom you haven't seen in a long time. I will get that opportunity over the next few days.

One of my uncles passed away yesterday morning. Our anniversary trip had to be postponed, and tomorrow [husband] and sons will have to fly solo while I fly to my hometown for the funeral. I will enjoy visiting with everyone, although I saw most of them just last month at our family reunion. We all knew we'd be gathering again soon, for this Uncle hasn't been well for quite some time. I have fond memories of growing up with him. He called me "Louey", which is my first thought when I think of him. Sweet memories. Sweet man. I'm sad for his passing, but I rejoice in knowing he is no longer suffering, his wife is no longer burdened with his constant care, and best yet - he is in a better place. I was told his last word was a gentle "Amen". Praise God.

Goodbye for now... love, Louey.