The Sunday after Baby passed, we left church and went to her house to pay our respects. I fortunately haven’t had to do this in a long while. It’s awkward, you never know what to say. You know there’s nothing you can say and you know it and the family knows it. So we sat, the kids wanted to go play, but they were still in their church clothes, so that was a no go.
Happy passed out some little jello snacks. We sat and watched the football game that was on. There were jokes and chatter.
I don’t know what the kids thought. I explained where we were going and why we were there. Not sure if it all clicked.
It seemed strange to sit next to Happy laughing with her, then looking at TTT and knowing she’s missing one of hers and won’t be reunited until she’s called home to.
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