Last night Cliff never found his motel. He checked into another one near the airport, and called me and let me know because he couldn't get hold of Jonathan or Eva.
I didn't sleep well and at 1:30 am the Kid texted me about what she was going to wear and photos she was bringing.
I finally got to sleep, and got up at 7:00. I tried getting Jonathan, but couldn't finally got Cliff, and we agreed he's get directions from the hotel desk. He did, but managed to get lost anyway.
Jonathan and Eva Ubered to the crematorium. Cliff tried getting there on his own. He got lost.
Meanwhile
mashfanficchick and I got picked up by RK, and we went and found Cliff and had him follow us to the crematorium.
Somehow we managed to get there with enough time to get ready and set up.
Little by little people got there, and we started. Cliff did a great job, and I"m so glad itall worked out.
At the end, they allowed five people to go and to the actual oven and start the cycle. That was me, the Kid, her boyfriend, Cliff, and Middle Brother. Cliff said a few more words, and I did what needed to be done.
After it was over, we went to the Buccaneer Diner. There were 15 of us, which was a very nice size.
After the meal, the Kid and I and her boyfriend, and RK and
mashfanficchick and Brianne and Chris stood around in the parking lot talking
Finally we broke up and RK took us and Chris to Flushing where Chris got the 7 train and I went to Duane Reade to pick up the one week prescription of Ambien that my psychiatrist authorized for me this morning.
RK brought us back to
mashfanficchick's place, and I collapsed for a three hour nap.
Then I got up and puttered on the computer, and at 7:00 I Teamed the FWiB. We talked for an hour and a half, S and I had cancelled the meeting tonight so we didn't have to stop at 8:00.
Then
mashfanficchick got up and we had dinner, then watched the end of the Mets game.
So I feel drained but peaceful.
Gratitude List:
1. The FWiB.
2. We got Cliff there.
3. My family and wonderful friends.
4. The four people from Al-anon who made it to the service.
5. Everything worked out OK.
6. It's over.