I drove down to the coast today, taking my mother to a funeral. Her sister-in-law, my aunt.
It was a little sad, as these things always are, but I was glad to catch up with my cousins, who I don’t see nearly often enough.
We all lived within a few doors of each other growing up in Ipswich, and my cousins were effectively extra siblings, which made my aunt a stand-in mother.
I had taken Mum down to visit her in the hospital, a couple of weeks ago, when she was on the way out. In the end, it looked like a merciful release.
The drive home was hell. Terrible weather, awful road conditions, and I got stuck in the tangled madness of the freeway system somewhere between Logan and Springfield.
Still, it was nice to see the cousins down the beach.
So sorry for your loss. It's weird how these events can still be good for catching up with old family and friends, even amidst the terrible grief.
Hate me some bad driving.