you're welcome for the ear worm. A song about Alabama by a band from Florida (not just Florida, but J'ville).
Anyway, Mom is truly home now, buried next to my father in the family cemetery.
There were no Jerry Springer moments (sorry to disappoint), I got my hug quota for the year, and the Lenox birds have been passed off to my aunt.
We went out after the viewing to eat, then to my brother's hotel for story telling. And laughing. And maybe a wee bit of drinking.
I got asked if I was my sister's mother. Hilarity ensued I assure you. And the [older] man who asked the question is still trying to take it back.
Speaking of my sister, she left today. I'm praying for tail winds, smooth connections, and great weather all the way back to Juneau.