We held Dad's memorial last night. I think that it went very nicely. We didn't get word in the paper about the event until Sunday and Monday (and this blog) but we had over 50 people show up. The room held about that many, so that was perfect.
Mike and Bets and Sue told Dad's history and some stories, and other people also had some humorous anecdotes.
"You have to admit," Claus, my brother-in-law said to me, "He was an interesting character."
We McGeary's all wore bolo ties. Son Todd showed up, and put one over his t-shirt. Saw my friends Wes and Ev, who had heard about the get-together from my blog and it was great to see them. Started telling them some stuff, and Wes says, "We know. Trouble with your blog is you have no secrets."
I held off drinking for about half an hour and then finally broke down and had some wine. Then a couple of more. So H.Bruce was right; two Xanax and some drinks and I wasn't worried about a thing. What happens is I begin to talk....and talk....and talk....
Hopefully, I didn't say too much.
It was great to see some of Dad and Mom's old friends, too. I'm a socially awkward penguin, and the drinking probably makes me only more awkward, but I tried my best.
Anyway, it was a fine occasion. Dad would have loved it.
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