One day next week, I'm going to stop by the cemetery to make sure everything is O.K. That must sound nuts, but it's something I always do when we bury someone. GW Memorial Park is close to my office, and I often have business in Bergen Community College, so I might be able to fit a visit into doing something over there.
I'm still searching for some meaning and glimmer of hope out of this whole thing. One thing I can say is that I feel closer than ever before to my "nephew." (He was really George's nephew--I guess he's technically our second cousin) He's such a sweet boy. At the repast, he goes, "I hope Heaven has IHOPs for Uncle George." We laughed at that.
He's so cute; I can hardly wait to take him to Disney World in August and show him a good time. He and my son were so good throughout this ordeal, they deserve a great trip.