Funeral Fowers for You

Right now, sitting in the kitchen is a gorgeous vase full of very expensive flowers, taken from a funeral.

Sadly, one of my great uncles passed away this weekend. He was older and had been sick. He married into our glorious family by marrying my grandfather's sister. Most of the family came out for the something after he passed. My mother cooked food and took it to her aunt's home. My family took a lot of food. It is how we roll. She was there for visitation as well. She did not, though, make it for the funeral. Even though she didn't go, last night, she was presented with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, taken straight from the funeral.

After everything was all done, in typical family tradition, whatever isn't labeled for someone is free game. The same goes for the flowers. So, one of my younger second cousins picked a ton of flowers, and brought them to my mom in a bouquet, that she said she picked just for mom. She did pick them, right out of funeral arrangements. I questioned the sanity of taking funeral flowers, but was reminded that they are actually thrown away after the funeral, if the family doesn't want them. So, I supposed they were somehow saved by being taken and given out. Still, I just can't get over the creep factor of having a beautiful arrangement of flowers sitting in the house, meant for a dead man. Maybe its just me, or maybe its just them.

Pull up a chair and grab a plate.

Welcome to my new blog. After years of telling friends about my family, I have decided that these stores must be shared with the world. While we are a southern family, we are anything but stereotypical. There are stories from the past and present, but I can tell you we have no idea what will happen in the future when it comes to our family. Every day is a new surprising tale, and I hope you enjoy them all.