Well, I got home in one piece, but I think I dropped the F-bomb approximately 109 times while driving in Toronto!
Funerals suck. There's no two ways about that. But the one good thing I can say is that's great to see your family again, especially since some of us are pretty far-flung. The Rowes are an affectionate, funny, loving bunch and we stick together at these times. I especially appreciate seeing my aunts and uncles and cousins now that my parents are both gone (and I'm an only child.) I miss having family around me.
My cousin Graham flew in from Winnipeg for his Dad's funeral, and my Uncle Kevin was here visiting from England when my Uncle Gerry passed. Kevin is my Dad's youngest sibling. My Dad was one of six; now they're down to three. :(
Graham's a big strapping guy and I thought he looked very handsome in his suit.
My uncle's four boys and their mother (Gerry's ex.)
Me and a few of my many cousins! Tim (white shirt) and I are the same age and were really close as kids. We had a lot of fun together. I wish we lived closer to each other now.
My uncle Kevin, Aunt Bernie (Dad's sis) Aunt Sylvia (Gerry's ex) and Auntie Anne (Dad's sis.) And Jesus. ;) It was a Catholic funeral.
Me and Uncle Kevin having a laugh.
He's also my godfather.