I did manage to catch one neighbor and of course the other is never around. I noted this on the paper and sent them off on Tuesday, before I needed to head out of town on Wednesday morning for my Uncle Mike's funeral.
I can't begin to express the mixed feelings of the day. Maybe I'm just extra hormonal, I don't know. Of course there was sadness for my Aunt and Cousin as they said goodbye. I know how hard it is to loose a parent. I also know how it saddened my Aunt that so many in the family had already left her. Then there was those in attendance. I got to talk for a while with a cousin whom I admit I don't remember, but it was nice - comfortable. Then there was seeing my sister and brother on that side. I had assumed I would see my sister as she was at Uncle Mike's birthday party a while back. I don't say this with any angst, but simple fact: I never knew her, I always assumed she had no desire to know me, we did not speak. Now, my brother however, was always just a block up when I was growing up. I knew him, he was present, I don't know how/why but we probably haven't seen each other since not too long after Dad died. We talked a little. It too was comfortable enough, but more than that - so familiar. Why? His face - his smile? Looks just like Daddy. It was hard to not stare a little. I admit, I asked to get a picture of the two of us and I'm glad I did. I will cherish having this.
From there I visited with an Aunt/Uncle on Mom's side before I headed back up the mountain to Jtown for two nights. I was in training all day Thursday and Friday back at the office, so I stayed with Beff. It was good to get to visit. We grubbed some long missed Rey's and Szechuan (although this wasn't up to par). I think the kiddo liked Rey's as I felt my first DEFINITE movement that evening as I turned in.
Today I drove the rest of the way home. It is good to be home. It feels right to actually call it home. The only thing missing is my girls. I can't wait for them to return in the morning and to hear how they did at their new camp.