~~ Life with Linny ~~

It is looking like we might be having an early winter here. The past week or so we have woken up to frost outside.

We normally have quite a bit of snow here in eastern Washington, and I love it.

I have been talking to my dear friend Debbie (derasta) a lot today. (If you haven’t heard the good news about her daughter yet make sure you go and read her ‘Special Update’ all about it…it’s great news!)

I was telling Debbie that Halloween just isn’t the same for me anymore. I used to love decorating and stuff for it. But after my Dad died that all changed for me. We had Dad’s funeral on Halloween in 1985. During the meal at my Mom’s house after itwas over it began to snow. We got about 4 inches that night. Dad passed away a month after my daughter did. I will never forget the chain of events that month. After Danielle died my parents and husband and I all went to the funeral home. I wanted to see her but they told me they didn’t think that was a good idea. They don’t normally embalm babies so they told me that she had already started deteriorating. They also didn’t have the baby coffin in stock so I wouldn’t be able to see what it looked like. After we went to the funeral home we went to the cemetery. We bought a family plot (a family plot consists of 4 burial spots) and my parents bought the one to the right of ours and my sister and her husband bought the one to the left of ours. My dad chose the plots since they had a wonderful view of Mt. Spokane. The cemetery is the community cemetery near our home. And from our backyard we had a great view of Mt. Spokane that we could see every day. So we were very happy with Dad’s choice.

The day of the funeral we only had family and a few close friends that we invited to come. The hearse pulled up and took my baby girls coffin out of the back seat. But, her casket wasn’t on the seat…they had put her on the floor of the hearse in the back seat. I remember this so vividly. I was so angry. But at the same time I was still in shock so was unable to say anything. After it was over we went to my parent’s home and had a nice lunch.

A few weeks after her funeral my Dad had a aneurism to the brain and was in a coma for a few weeks. It was so tough seeing my Dad who was such a big, strong man laying there in a coma. Six weeks after we buried my daughter we buried my Dad. They are buried next to each other. Little did we know at the time we bought the family plots…that we would be using one of my parent’s plots also.

Well, I guess that is all for now. I need to go and finish making dinner. We are having tamale pie. Its good, but simple to make. Hope everyone has a nice Tuesday evening.

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