When She thought Dr. NewGuy had an answer and a cure, She said well, I guess this isn't The End after all. We'll have to have a party. A Lackodemise Party. We'll have margaritas and ceviche.
On The Last Day, She asked us to mix Their ashes and spread them in our gardens.
Sunday we gathered at Sister Halona's for the Kiss My Ash Party.
November 2 was Their 48th wedding anniversary.
November 17 would have been Her 75th birthday.
The Sister Formerly Known As
made some wicked margaritas
the kids got a whiff and said
it smells like Grumsie's house
we Patrick Girls sure do love
I had 3
Bruce made TWO kinds of ceviche
She would have liked it
both shared lovely thoughts
while the Sister-Wives had at it
a few of The Grandsons
Baby Isaiah... do not look in to the light
look away from the light
real boobs are better than
the boob tube anyway
The Gorgeous Granddaughters
so this is where it gets weird
it wasn't weird for us
cause we're all weird to begin with
but it may seem weird to you
unless you're weird too
The Fruits of Their Labor and Loins
minus Their First Grandchild
who is teaching english
somewhere in rural China
It's so true.
We ate and drank and laughed.
Then we ate and drank and laughed some more.
Just like we used to.
It was the best Kiss My Ash Party ever.