It was warm, the church was glorious and there were about 200 people at the "sending his soul to God" ceremony for George last evening. We had never been inside a Greek Orthodox church before and were stunned at its glorious golden panels, tiles and painting everywhere. It felt like we were in a truly holy spot on earth.
So many of the retired Teamsters I met at Sherman's funeral were there to say goodbye to their friend George. We all were stunned at his sudden death. His wife was holding up but really was in a fog of shock. We learned that George had recovered enough to be sent home from the hospital but died shortly afterward.
The actual funeral is this morning but mom will probably still be in surgery. We said our goodbyes last night, Michael needed a Kleenex to get through the ceremony and we spoke with his children and grandchildren. Comments made by several of the family members was that George was never the same after Sherman died. So very sad.
Mom's surgery begins at 8:30 this morning but I don't know if she will be up to going anywhere afterward or if she will just want to get home. I will follow her lead.
Tomorrow, our new sofa is scheduled for delivery! Our work this afternoon will be to remove the old chairs, move some tables and prepare the area. So exciting!
The weather should be lovely this weekend, the gardens look pretty good so I plan to maybe take a walk along the ocean for the first time in awhile. My numbers were really good during rehab class yesterday so it gives me a bit of confidence to strike out on my own.