Have you ever heard of that saying that deaths come in threes? At one point, I think I actually believed that wive's tails until 2012.
While home from work on Christmas break back in 2011, I attended two funerals before the first of the year. One funeral was for Flo. Flo was like a grandmother to me and my husband. She was in her 90's so it seemed natural to lay her to rest. Don't get me wrong, it was sad. She was a great lady but attending a funeral for an older person isn't out of the ordinary. Flo was such a sweet lady. She always thought of Olivia at the holidays and her birthdays. When Olivia turned 2, Flo baked cookies shaped like the number 2 and hand painted them with Sesame Street characters on them. This lady had talent! You almost didn't want to eat the cookies because of their beautiful perfections.
Funeral number two was NOT of the ordinary. Erick's cousin Kelly passed away a few days after Flo did. Kelly was in her 30's when she was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. Kelly, a mother of two, lost her battle with cancer and we said our good-byes to her on New Year's Eve. I've known Kelly since grade school and have fond memories of her over the past few decades. She was a vibrant young woman who was taken from us way too soon.
After the holidays were over, I headed back to work. I remember telling my co-workers about how I attended two funerals within one week. A couple of weeks later, I learned of the death of Mrs. Hanford, a friend of my mom's and my old cheerleading sponsor. Mrs. Hanford, a exuberant, lovely lady, lost her battle with parkinson's disease in January of 2012. I attended her viewing and thought to myself that this has to be the last death that I would mourn for a long time to come.