First social event

     Apparently my grandfather's wife had passed.  I am going to treat it blandly on all occasions because it is a lot of family stuff.  I received the call from my Uncles' wife.  They live around the corner.  Sad news of course.  This woman wasn't my grandmother, but the woman that my grandfather married a year after her death.  Long history and stuff.  Also long history with my Uncle, grandfathers son, his only child with my grandmother.  She had 2 other children, one of which was my mom, from her first marriage.  Never met him, died when my mom was 2.
     I spoke with my sister and of course I should go.  Was a far drive.  Called the funeral parlor and bought flowers from where they recommended.  In fact all the flowers for the funeral were from there.  I would make the afternoon wake.
     Was about a 45 minute drive from home.  Had directions.  Listening to sports station en route.  They were interrupted.  New York had experienced an earthquake.  Not overly violent, but not a usual occurrence here.  I've never heard sports radio get interrupted before or since.
     Got a little lost, recovered and made the funeral parlor.  Nice lay out, small turn out.  Family stuff.  Was a little conversation about the earthquake.  No one inside had felt it.  One cousin was in her car in the lot and did feel it.  Was asked if I'd be making the service and burial the next day.  Of course I said I would.
     Drove home and reported to my sister in the rehab center.  She truly hated the place, I couldn't blame her.  Have I covered this?  If so skip the next paragraph and maybe the one after.
     Physical therapy rehabs seem to be done in nursing homes.  Rather depressing.  You have people trying to get better and people that, well, face it, it's a nursing home.  The food was horrible.  Rooms painted a heinous shade of blue.  People always in the hallways, many moaning and delirious.  My sister was outside of a nursing station, so that was a big congregating spot.  Okay enough there, you can tell why she hated it.  Did I mention the food?  I remember one time looking at the tray, reading what it was supposed to be.  Unrecognizable slop.  In fact my friends mom was there, she passed before I had clearance to drive or leave house.  She also lamented about the food at the same place.  Nice woman, great cook.
     Okay it's safe background covered. 
     My sister said I had to go to the burial, I said of course.  Back to funeral home, drive caravan style to cemetary and agreed to go to the lunceon.  It was at a family buffet style chinesse restaurant.  Was allright.  Really wish I'd had more time with my grandfather.  Apparently his wife was in hospital for an entire year.  No one told us.  Still can't get a hold of him.  Uncle makes claims.  Like I said family stuff.  That covers it.