I planned to leave church as soon as Lucy's talk was done--especially since Keith told me they were giving hand sanitizer as the gift to the mothers. I didn't even take my scriptures. You know what? I didn't suck any worse than any other day. I stayed all 3 hours. Even learned a thing or 2.
I spent some time at the cemetery all by myself. Sat there talking to a piece of marble. On the way home I heard a couple songs that made me think Ian was speaking back and I was feeling pretty good, then the next one that came on was "Evil Woman." Guess I shouldn't have tried to put words in Ian's mouth. I felt myself smirk as I quickly snapped the radio off.
When I got home my mother-in-law had an unusually thoughtful present for me and belated birthday cakes for both Keith and I. Nothing horrible happened. I didn't offend any of the extended family. Overall, under the circumstances, I have to say, "Not too bad." Not nearly as bad as the lead up. Anticipation is the worst.
I actually contemplated how awful it would have been to not have had 16 years with Ian. I read some of his old Mother's Day cards out of my dresser drawer.
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