We flew to Boston Logan on Thursday with the welcome company of Little Mama and Big Daddy. They held CC while I caught an episode of Extras (recommended by Glo) on demand. They sang to her and elicited several sweet smiles. See photo. Travelling with 3 kids was a feat, 'a Trojan effort', according to Big Daddy. I think that Pop would be flattered.
Proud Auntie Steph.
On Saturday we attended the burial and funeral for Pop. The sky was bright and clear over the cemetery behind First Parish Church. We trudged through snow to gather at the Fiske plot. We huddled tightly to block out the whipping frigid wind. I felt like a character in an Ethan Frome novel amid such a stark scene. The funeral followed. What a celebration. Pop had meticulously planned the entire service- music, speakers, scripture and ALL. Kudos to him- the church rang with glorious music of praise and thanksgiving for such a thoughtful, talented, musical and humble man. Back at the farm the tribute continued over dinner as we told stories about Pop.
On Sunday we visited Gram after a stroll on the beach. I had mixed feelings about being there on such a cold day. The winter weather seemed to make a mockery of our light summer memories. And yet, every summer we return.
I was sad to leave Maine yesterday- we had such a close and warm time with friends despite the winter outside. Our March trip to Maine will always have a magical quality. Thank you Dan, Jen, Christian, Connor, Karyl and Joe!
Connor and Esther play on the computerRemicks, Burlingtons, Hagues and offspring.