We buried Grandma Lucille. The service was very different from Steve's in that it was very hard to understand the priest who said the mass. His English wasn't very good. The turnout was smaller and more strained but that was due to the undercurrent of bad feelings that have existed since Aunt Cheryl put Grandma into Brookstone. You would think that the death of a dear one would make a person more contrite and be willing to mend fences but nope it didn't happen. All I can do is pray for Aunt Cheryl...
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