The funeral was sad. It was graveside and my uncle Larry was the only one in the family who could gather himself enough to speak. He recalled anecdotes that we had all shared with him... Like the time me and some of the cousins stole Aunt L's hairnet and the ruckus it caused. And also the time when Aunt L was visiting us in NYC and we took her to a comedy club. The comedian on stage loved her at first sight and started asking her questions... Like if she had ever given anyone the finger... He asked her to give him the finger and she starts playfully wagging her pointer finger in that, you were a naughty little boy, way. The crowd erupted in laughter. And she made such an impact that five years later, when we all visited the same comedy club, the comedian remembered her!! The funeral had lots of laughs but also a ton of tears. My husband was one of the pallbearers... Watching him carry that tiny casket with all of my cousins was truly sad and then we each took a turn shoveling dirt over her grave. I couldn't lift the shovel so hubby helped me.
After the funeral we all went back to Aunt B's house and I think people who came to the house were a bit shocked... They may have expected a somber house filled with people crying, but it wasn't... The music was on, the sangria was flowing and the mood was celebratory. She was a great woman, who led a great life and her dying wish was that we not mourn her. So while some family members had a harder time with that then others, it was truly what she would have wanted.
The next day we prepared to fly home... Just hubby and I stayed at Aunt L's condo the night of the funeral... The apartment had nothing in it besides her personal belongings/furniture (no food, etc...) so as soon as we woke up we headed back to Aunt B's. Unfortunately, as soon as we got into the car, that familiar feeling came back and I puked for the first time in weeks. It sucked, but since I hadn't eaten since our early dinner post-funeral, I was running on empty... Despite that I woke up in the middle of the night and ate a Luna bar, I still puked. Once we got to Aunt B's I ate two mini bagels and a yogurt and felt a bit better... Wasn't a great way to start the day we were flying home...
The flight was fine thanks to some pizza hut before we boarded... Hubby was diligent about waking me up every hour so that I could walk the plane (doctors orders to prevent blood clots) and I made sure to drink lots of water and eat the many JetBlue snacks they hand out. Even though we landed at 9pm and didn't arrive home until 10, I made myself a pasta dinner when I got home. I didn't want to puke again the next morning because I didn't eat enough.
Then yesterday morning reality set in... Holy crap, I am behind... with life, work, etc... Unfortunately, the world doesn't stop when you decide to take a few days to be with family. I had a doc appt where she told me all looked good... I gained 2 more lbs, right on track, and she wanted to make sure I was still taking the iron pills she recommended for the mild anemia I was now suffering from. I spent all day yesterday trying to do everything... Schedule my move, get caught up with work, my social life, etc...
Oh, and did I say, schedule my move... because in NYC that is no easy fete... Coordinating elevator reservations with two buildings, dealing with moving a few days before our lease starts and the costs involved, etc... Today I met with two moving companies and learned that I'm planning a move on the most expensive day of the year. Awesome. Oh, and did I tell you that I ate a banana today and then puked it up? That was awesome... I'm stressed... really, super duper stressed. And I'm trying to eat something, but I'm not hungry... I HATE eating these days.. It's such a chore, nothing tastes good... And I have to leave for work in 8 minutes for a meeting... deep breaths, deep breaths...
