June 24, 1978

The day we got married, 31 years ago.

We didn't exchange gifts. We didn't go out to eat. It was another ordinary day in the life, with the exception of going to a funeral.

Actually, it was more a celebration of life.

I have to say, after going to what is considered "traditional" funerals my whole life, this was refreshing. No Mass, no Rosary, no graveside, not that there is anything wrong with all that. This was just different. About 75 family and friends, together. Good food. Lots of stories. Some funny, some touching, most about fishing. Nothing down or gloomy or sad. Yes, there were some tears but all in all, it was good.

I think the family is still somewhat in shock though. This was so unexpected. Sr. had surgery for lung cancer but was expected to do fine. He died four days later.

He is being cremated but BIL's Mom didn't want to wait for this get together. Without sounding too harsh, she wanted the family to get past it so that they could be in better spirits for the wedding this Saturday.

I do feel bad for my niece. A death in the family is hard enough, but going from her Grandfathers death on Saturday to getting married the next Saturday. That has got to be tough.

We will probably do something for our anniversary next week. Maybe go out to dinner. Today, it was just enough to appreciate being alive, being healthy, being together.

Happy Anniversary to us!