The funeral was two weeks ago already. It wasn't too bad, just very sad but compared to Irvin's funeral just over 4 years ago, no where near as emotionally charged. It was just full of quite sadness. I was late getting up to the cemetery and I was a little panicked because when John and I got lost getting to the cemetery in Iowa for his mom's burial, we were too late; the coffin was already in the ground. We weren't very late though and fortunately everyone waited. We would have gotten there sooner if I hadn't missed seeing the cemetery before we ended up on the interstate. It was in Black River Falls which is right next to I-94. John didn't go up with me though; I went up with some of the members of Irvin's family who still keep in contact with us. So that was pretty much it other than a small luncheon at my sister's in-laws when we got back to La Crosse/Onalaska.
Hard to believe it's been a month already. It still seems very, very unfair and sometimes I get angry when I hear of moms who don't want their child or hurt their child and I think it's just not fair. There are moms who smoke and drink and nothing happens to their baby and my sister does everything she's supposed to and loses her. Where is the fairness in that?
