A friend's older brother was injured in Afghanistan a few months ago and passed away last week and the funeral is tomorrow at Arlington National Cemetery. I have really mixed emotions about going tomorrow. It's the second funeral I have attended for this family, the father died 15 or so years ago and it broke my heart to see Paul and his mother so sad. Now it's Danny's funeral and just the thought of seeing their mom makes me well up BUT there are going to be a lot of old friends there that I have not seen in a long time and I think that the ceremony at Arlington is going to be very impressive. I feel really weird. His mother sells jewelry so I saw her every 6 months when the jewelry shows came around and she is always such a sweetie. She always had a picture of her husband in her display with a rosary around the picture. Heavy sigh.

What a way to come back from the beach. It was a zillion degrees at the beach but we found a way to beat the heat. Go for a swim at 10 or 11 then get out of the sun until 3-ish. During that time we took naps, went on road trips, went shopping etc... Then, at 3 or 4 we would head back down to the beach with the umbrella, chairs, cooler full of beer and go for a swim and enjoy being at the beach. By that time the kids are all at the house getting ready for dinner and it was just the 2 of us. I really enjoyed that time with Rob. I hated coming back home. Really hated it. Still hate being home.

My 20 year high school reunion was the day we returned from the beach and it was a good time. Apparently I look very good, I thought I look the same. It was an interesting look at a cross section of people, most of the women had 2 or 3 kids and looked great. Most of the men had lost their hair and gained at least 50 pounds. The ladies aged much more gracefully then the men. Interesting.