TomSteber

Well, I got through yesterday OK. The drive up there was one of the worst parts.
Felt like I had a 20 pound weight on my chest. Hard to breath, felt nauseous. Kind of a panic attack all most. Things felt better when I saw my brothers.
Lots of people came in spite of the Packer game going on. Even childhood friends came.
Lots of reminiscing. All the picture boards helped that along. My brother did a nice prayer service part at the end. My oldest brother is Monsignor Michael. Still feels weird calling him that. He was Fr. Mike for 24 years. He's con-celebrating the funeral mass today. And doing the homily. There will be all the priests and deacons from the diocese there (that can attend) and the Bishop too. It was the same when Dad died. It's because of Mike being a priest.

I really couldn't believe no one came and told me who one the game last night. We got home around 9:30 and got out some snacks and watched the game. I had to remember that it was 11:00-11:30 at night and not to yell! Yeah Pack! On to Atlanta.

We'll be leaving in about an hour and a half. I'm fully dressed and ready to go. I think I'm most nervous about when this day is over. Because then everything is over. It'll be back to "normal" life. At least I took Tuesday off to.

I know life will never be the same. But, I can go forward knowing that my Mom knew just how much I loved her. And she knew that I was (am) happy.

Miss you Mom