The Gals and I went cemetery visiting this past Sunday: Cottondale, where my parents, sister, maternal grandparents, maternal grandmother's parents and siblings, and numerous other cousins (including Machine Gun Kelly) are buried, Mount Olivet, where Herbie's mother is buried, Rendon, where Shellie's parents and brother are buried and where we had a nice picnic lunch (There's a picnic area for that purpose, so don't think we're so morbid.), and Rose Hill (now Shannon~Rose Hill or Rose~Shannon Hill, I think, having joined with the Shannon family of funeral directors; incidentally, I lived across the street from Rose Marie Shannon Lewis and her passel of what was it, 11 children?), where Susan's mother (and, incidentally, Lee Harvey Oswald) are buried. Hebie took pics, which I will add once she emails them to me.
Other than that, not much else upon which to comment besides the kittens, which are growing like weeds. I'll post new pics of them as well, maybe when I get home since I'm at work now and don't have the pics on my work computer.
Friday, we're going to the Sitton family reunion in Cisco, so I'll be incommunicado for four days during which I'll socialize with my cousins, beat several people at Scrabble®, eat too much, swim as much as possible, and try to convince someone else to be president of the Sitton Family Association. I may even play 42, though I'm not very good at it. Much fun will be had by all, I'm sure. I will post lots of photos afterwards.
As far as visiting the graves, I'm glad I did. I had not been in many years. I was pretty well composed. I almost cried, but didn't. It's been 18 years since my parents and sister died. The hurt hasn't gone away yet, but it's not as near the surface.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
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