The last time I was in Michigan was 5 years ago. Let’s take a moment to savor this fantastic story. Four score and five years ago, I got the flu and Aunt Marge died. Yes, it was a great week!
While you might think that I would have more details about this week, I do not. I do not remember much of anything about this week. In fact, the details I remember about this week are so few that I can actually list them:
1. I wore khaki pants and a black sweater to Aunt Marge’s funeral
2. mom didn’t drive up with Maren, Dad, Kyle and me, she flew up later
3. Nope, no three. I don’t remember anything else and it’s for this reason that I can only hope that I wasn’ t in charge of driving any of the legs of the trip. Although, had that been the case, I don’t think any of us would still be here, so I must not have driven.
Yes, that is the extent of my memories of this last trip to Michigan so I’m pretty excited to be going back without any funerals or viruses. Let’s keep our fingers cross—–oh! I just came up with something else that I remember:
4. I think that there was some sort of accident with the incense they burn and swing around in Catholic churches (what’s up with that?) and that perhaps it spilled and landed on the floor and there was nearly a fire during Aunt Marge’s funeral. I’m about 80% sure that this is an actual memory and not imagined. Let’s just go with it and be impressed with my flu-addled brain for remembering 4 things. (Okay, I know it was only three, but I’m still taking credit for 4 cuz it’s my blog and I can!)
Now, if all goes well, I will be in Michigan this afternoon and not stranded somewhere or having to leave my luggage on board a plane I am forced to leave so dogs can sniff for explosives. (true story) And, if this isn’t asking to much, I am also hoping that once I get to Michigan, I will be able to remember what happens. Yes, dream big, Brianne.
And, as this is a possible beyond the grave blog, I am including a photo of how I’d like to be remembered:
