My daughter left for Florida last weekend with her boyfriend and her boyfriend's mother. This is the pic she sent me last night. Today, she text me saying they had to go to an attorney's office to sign papers so her boyfriend's mother could get her grandfather's fiddle, which her grandfather made, out of her aunt's house. Her boyfriend's mother plays a guitar and sings in a band here in Nashville. Anyway, the next text I received, Beth said they were driving now with the fiddle and Aunt Stonny's ashes in a jelly jar in the trunk. I thought, "what"? She then text me telling me her boyfriend had a very interesting family. I asked her, "where are you taking Aunt Stonny's ashes"? She replied, "I love it! We spread her ashes at her own house, then to a neighbor's house who took very good care of Aunt Stonny, and then the beach. Aunt Stonny is everywhere!" I could only smile.About Me
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Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Florida Sunset
My daughter left for Florida last weekend with her boyfriend and her boyfriend's mother. This is the pic she sent me last night. Today, she text me saying they had to go to an attorney's office to sign papers so her boyfriend's mother could get her grandfather's fiddle, which her grandfather made, out of her aunt's house. Her boyfriend's mother plays a guitar and sings in a band here in Nashville. Anyway, the next text I received, Beth said they were driving now with the fiddle and Aunt Stonny's ashes in a jelly jar in the trunk. I thought, "what"? She then text me telling me her boyfriend had a very interesting family. I asked her, "where are you taking Aunt Stonny's ashes"? She replied, "I love it! We spread her ashes at her own house, then to a neighbor's house who took very good care of Aunt Stonny, and then the beach. Aunt Stonny is everywhere!" I could only smile.
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