A cousin of mine died last weekend and the funeral was Friday. I made the mistake of telling my mom when I reminded her to send me some of the money she owes (still nothing by the way). She e-mailed her friend who's a relative to the guy somehow through a former marriage and a few machinations (something like the sister of the guy's aunt's ex husband?). Then I e-mailed my mom the text of the obit from the paper, leaving out the location of the memorial service since I could picture her attending. Shouldn't have bothered. She either read the paper or talked to her friend because she went and even sat with my grandfather and his wife. So my dad got an e-mail from his dad and another from his cousin saying that my mom was there.

Clem had asked if I was going to go to the memorial service, but I said no. I didn't really know him all that well and hadn't seen him in 10 years. My mom and dad were divorced in 1980 for Pete's sake and she had only run into my cousin when he worked at a drug store in town about 12 years ago. Thank God there wasn't a reception.