Celebrating 31 days of Christmas.
Five years ago today we had the biggest blizzard in the Cities since the Halloween Blizzard of '91. When it was all said and done, over 16 inches had fallen, with drifts up to 24 inches.
At the peak of the blizzard was my mom's funeral.
Our little church family was a real tight-knit group that day. The pianist got stuck in the alley at home. We sent my now-husband to go get her in his 4WD truck.
The men were on shovel patrol, which was a full-time job. The snow just didn't stop!
My relatives came down from Fargo/Moorhead and Little Falls to be there. By the grace of God they made it there and back in one piece. Although my oldest niece and her husband got stuck a couple blocks away and had to trudge through the drifts to get to the church.
And my mom, well, she was late to her own funeral. The hearse kept getting stuck. They finally got to the church, but when they tried to pull around the corner, the hearse got stuck in the middle of the intersection. A jerk in a Hummer came barreling up the street and started honking like crazy. The hearse driver (usually the stoic type, right?) gets out and starts yelling at the jerk.
And me? I laughed. And laughed and laughed and laughed. After everything that happened in the last month of my mom's life, I so needed that. I'm sure she was laughing in heaven as she would definitely find the humor in it too.
The day was wild and crazy and wacky – just like my mom. Merry Christmas, mom. I love you.
