Randy, Tom and I have been to the funeral home and spent a tidy sum of money on the works, including the color guard to send him off in style as a WWII veteran. The coffin is beautiful, and everything now is accomplished: visitation Saturday morning from 11 AM to 1, followed by the service. I think the obituary reads quite nicely for tomorrow's paper.
Tom made a brilliant request that in lieu of flowers donations be made to Hospice of Middletown, and I'm quite pleased with that.
I dropped my trousers off to this cute little Greek(?) tailor between the age of 60 and 1000 who measured my waist and wrote "open all seams." He'll have the work done tomorrow and the cost is $10.00! Find that in New York! The lady with the accent to whom I spoke yesterday about the job was nowhere to be seen this morning. And if the work ends up lousy, I'll run up to the mall and buy a suit tomorrow.
After that, a trek to the bank to empty dad's safe deposit box: insurance premiums, a CD for $7000 and my mother's wedding rings, which dad left to Randy's daughter Allison.
Now, I have to call the american Legion in an attempt to locate his discharge papers from the navy. But first, some lunch!
DR Miss Karen, how did you know we're Irish? Did the name Moore give us away? We're mostly Irish and Scots, but there's a soupcon of German on my mother's side (Brandenburgs, dontcha know!).
Dear Hainsies and Kimlets, Thank you for all the sympathy, support, and kindness. I love you all from the bottom of my heart. Thank you! Thank you!
