We didn’t sleep in.
After breakfast with my parents, we piled into the car and drove to Aurora to be with Manlegs’s family. By lunchtime, nearly the whole family (the WHOLE family) had arrived, and stories and memories were flying fast.
Before long, we all piled into vehicles and headed to the mortuary for the family-only visitation. Beneath the US flag, they hung a Marine flag to honor Jack.
It was the first time Turbo had been to a funeral where the deceased was not cremated.
There were some questions.
There were some tears.
We drove back to Phillips to change for the public visitation at the church. This was only the second time in my life that I saw Manlegs in a tie, the first being our wedding day. This was the first time his family saw me in heels. There were so many people there to greet his family, and it reminded me of what my parents said to me when I was just a little girl. They said to me, “Always go to funerals.”
I’ll explain that tomorrow.