pale in comparison to the noise we had this weekend...
Izzy's band made a few performances,
and my 4 kids played hard with their 3 cousins in from CA for Grandpa's funeral.
Missing the laughter,
and their energy today.
Missing my big brother,
and remembering with some humor the events of Saturday post funeral.
A 40 something man,
wearing a suit and overcoat,
returning with me from the burial,
making a quick decision,
remembering Grandpa's farm,
reliving the fun of his youth,
checking out silos....in 10 degree weather,
exiting the woods,
surrounded by 8 policeman...
and a very freaked out sister (me) inside of his car,
after being interrogated by three men in uniform....
I think I am breathing again,
and the quiet feels pretty good again.