Yesterday we said good-bye to my ex-husband, Frank. I like to think that he will live in our hearts forever. It was a small gathering at the Ohio Western Reserve National Cemetery up north of here and I think he would liked that as he was very proud of his service to his country as a member of what he called "Uncle Sam's Canoe Club" as a submariner during the VietNam war. It was a small gathering -- all family despite their having called all his friends and neighbors -- and I think he would have liked that. He really hated funerals (don't we all?) and mostly refused to go.
Both our kids came in -- Kate flew from Maine (who stayed with friends in Cleveland) and Eric drove up from Kentucky with his eldest son, Drake. The latter stayed here in town the night before and took granny out to dinner!!! Drake is a truly bright and lovely young man and I was brought up-to-date on everyone's accomplishments. My brother brought Kate and his eldest, Matt drove up from Akron. And his cousins from Mansfield joined us, too. It was a very nice gathering full of family and Frank stories and I think Frank would have liked it a lot.
I promised Eric and Kate that there would not be any problems when my time comes and no burden placed on them as I'm working on it already and that Uncle Mike would be taking care of things since he lives fairly close. They both said thank you. With them living so far away, this was really difficult for them and dying without a will or insurance can really be a mess.
I'm going to miss him and mourn his passing.