A few hours later, new baby blue stuffed bear from Aunt Jo Ann tucked under my arm, Stacey, Jess and I were driving home. The plan was to go home, collect all the pictures we had, and then head to the hospital In St. Paul where my mom was. We needed to sort through all of the pictures to create the photo board displays for the funeral. It seems like a cruel tradition to subject a grieving family to- to force them to spend hours on arts and crafts, taping photos to construction paper. And we were obligated to do it times two. Not to mention that I figured most of the photos would get damaged in the process and never returned to the photo albums they’d been so thoughtfully placed in originally. Somebody had to do it, thoug.
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