"The children of Margarite "Peggy" Campbell say only their mom would have had the audacity to ask ambulance drivers, recently transporting her from one nursing home to another, to go through the drive-in window of a Church's Fried Chicken."
San Antonio Express News
From my grandmother's obituary. The chicken incident happened last week. She passed away on New Year's Eve. I'd like to sugar coat what really happened last week, but ... it's not very important to anyone outside of the family.
I'm saddened by how the family has reacted to everything leading up to this, but grateful that my grandmother no longer has to put up with it.
Spent the afternoon listening to some Johnny Cash to try and keep my mood stable. You know it's going to be an interesting evening when you arrive to a memorial service and outside are stationed three police officers. The family will never be the same again. And frankly, I'm not sure it can.
I'll miss you, Grandma. At least you got your last fried chicken picnic, as requested.
[Aside: I thought long and hard about whether or not to post this photo for today. In the end, I did it because this was the memorable event of the day, even if it was the hardest to do. It's the right thing to do to help me remember her.]
3 comments:
Travis, We enjoyed being with you the other night. I want to thank you again for being there for my big brother. In the words of my mom, "I want my boys to be happy and my girls to be nice." Love Uncle Willie
It was good to see y'all. We'll have to do it again under better circumstances. Dinner after the memorial was what I always remembered family get togethers to be like. Just fun.
Hey Travis, This is a beautiful article. Thanks for posting it. peace, ~rick
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