The last week has been a blur. Since last Tuesday, my emotions have been in check. I felt my mom giving me the strength to make it through each day, taking care of details, making calls, arranging for pallbearers, deciding on flowers, choosing photos to display...
Davy drove down from Oswego Friday evening about the same time that Steve & I drove over to Scranton to pick up Stacey who had taken a bus in from New York (on her way home from her trip to Zambia). Since she had no clothes in her tiny suitcase that were appropriate for a funeral, we stopped at Ross's and picked up a pretty dress. She & I wear the same size shoe...
My friend Beth stopped over on Friday morning with a carload (literally!) of food that was SO much appreciated.
On Saturday, the day of the viewing and service, I again felt strength from Mom. Afterwards, Steve & I went to dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant to celebrate Davy's 20th birthday (which is today) with Stacey, Caleb, Nicole, Rachael, and Davy. We had a wonderful time...
Yesterday I cried as Stacey got on the bus to go home. I cried when I said goodbye to Davy. I cried in the shower. It is now time to cry.