Today I am writing from the comforts of a La Quinta hotel room, somewhere in the middle of Long Island. Tomorrow, I will be driving the remaining 40 miles to West Hampton, the home of my Grandfather, and the future resting place of my Aunt Susie who passed away 27 years ago in a car accident. Why you ask? Because even happy families have skeletons in their closets, a few crazy relatives, and enough drinking problems to do their Irish heritage justice.
Long story short, my grandfather is having Susie moved from her current plot in Georgia, to a new location in the Hamptons. For the re-interment, my mom's side of the family has congregated and now we all lie in wait for tomorrow's bizarre ceremony.
Having driven 5 hours to reach this little hotel, I am pretty pooped at the moment, so I'll have to come back tomorrow or Sunday to let you know how it all went down. Right now, I am just happy to be in the same place as my mom and sisters, despite the strange circumstances. We typically spend most of the time spread across the country in our respective states, so just being near one another is a gift.
Goodnight for now.
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