*deep breath*

[kjpepper]

So, being the resident computer nerd of the family I was immediately given an assignment - namely book airlines for various and sundry. Like my 89 year old Gramma. *facepalm* you try getting a querelous old lady on an afternoon flight at the last possible minute. Thank goodness for bereavement discounts (and thank you beatgoddess for reminding me such things existed.)

Mom is so still around. Or was a few hours ago, I don't know if she is still. But at some point when I was wrangling with two of my sisters credit cards, a fading cell signal, a dodgy dialup connection all while trying to book a flight something that felt a whole lot like her hugged me real tight, the same way she used to hug me when I used to cry about getting my feeling hurt by whomever. *sigh*

There's a pic that my cousin copied for the collage that I think they're going to use for the big funeral photo that was taken OMG years ago at my oldest sister's wedding - consensus is that it's the best picture of her, but I'm going to ask for a copy. Somehow I'd forgetten that Mom had a slight dimple in her left cheek. It's really fucking scary how much I look like her. There are some pics of her in her mid 20s... yeah.

I've never seen my dad cry before today. Still kinda processing that.

But overall point of today - booking air travel bites my cooter.

I promised various people I was going to sleep tonight, and I will. *decisive nod* especially since the house seems willing to permit it now. Tomorrow I'm assuming is just more of teh crazy, but I'll have to find a little time to slip off to Lane Bryant and get a nice blouse to compliment my sailor pants. *facepalm* serves me right, being all goth and shit - wardrobe full of black clothing and STILL nothing appropriate for a funeral. *snrrrk*

Thanks for all the lovin's and messages and everything, guys, you don't know how helpful its been. You're the best. *kisses for all and sundry*