My Great-Grandmother’s funeral was Monday, and there was quite a turnout. At 99 years of age, she left behind a family that takes away the wonder about population growth - 30 grandchildren, 74 great-grandchildren and 18 great-great-grandchildren - 6 surviving children too. Quite a few people managed to make it to the funeral, which is a testament to how much she meant to everyone in the family. Buttertarts and knitted mitts, among other things, were always available for the asking.

The funeral was a family reunion of sorts, on a scale that won’t likely happen again any time soon. Sadly, we had to leave earlier than we’d have liked, because of the long drive back home. It was good to see a lot of family that we haven’t seen in a couple of years - I just wish it didn’t take a funeral to get us all together. (Well, weddings work too, I suppose.)

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Remember son, not all lynch mobs are this friendly.” - Homer