Am maintaining the status quo but yesterday was and tomorrow is slower and I took the opportunity to get some rest. Walking the dog, running a couple errands and making some food for after the services was about all I've done other than sleep. I'm not feeling well at all and am trying to figure out what I'm going to do about it next week. Today I see my cute lil' dermatologist and I'm going to mention it to her. And I've told Jeff that he can handle the rest of the details on Friday. I'm going to get him and his dad this evening from the airport. What I hate about that is that I have to drive his dad's Lincoln Towne car -- it's the only way I can transport myself, Shaughnessy, two big men and luggage. I hate huge cars and haven't driven one in eons. The good news is I won't have to drive it back.
The services will be Saturday with calling hours before the mass and everyone and their brother at the house afterward (and then I'll be back in high gear). Alex decided that Bridget would have wanted things simple and I concur. She was a fun, lively, loving lady and believed we that we should celebrate life. I shall miss her as will all those whose lives she touched.
Bridget was born and raised in County Galway in the west of Ireland and emigrated to the U.S. at age sixteen. Here's a video of one of the songs that will be sung at her funeral. It was a favorite of hers and it's one of mine, too.