Lauren at her first birthday with her great aunt Laura. Nick has always taken the week during Thanksgiving off to go deer-hunting with his family. We’ve talked about me joining him, but it seemed, pre-Lauren, a good time to get some girl time with reading and sushi, and, post-Lauren, there were no vacation days for me left because I’d used them all for Kaye’s vacations and sick days. With one work-from-home job and in between temporary assignments, I didn’t have anything holding me here, so we made the trek up, with Nick’s laptop so I could work nights.
The kids had a great time at Grandma and Grandpa’s. Lauren cut out rolled sugar cookie dough with Grandma, played with the new-to-her toys hauled out of the basement, read books, banged on the piano and completed art projects. Isaac enjoyed his first Thanksgiving dinner, sucking up sweet potatoes, green beans and turkey (I’m only sorry I forgot to take a photograph). I was so busy I only helped with the pie filling (but am inspired to try my own pie crust sometime, as it was SO yummy). After Brayden arrived on Thursday, he stuck the cat comb and brush in the litterbox, giving Grandpa a laugh! We were all happy to be together.
On the Friday after Thanksgiving, we attended a memorial service for my aunt Laura, who passed away from liver and colon cancer. She’d had a heart attack several years ago that changed her dramatically. I had had a chance to visit her the previous Thursday and her speech was limited. I stepped into the parlor and noticed Mardi Gras beads strung everywhere. The room was bright with flowers and photographs of all stages of Laura’s life surrounded the urn of ashes. “Wow,” said Nick, “How did they find all this stuff on such short notice?”
“Actually,” I said, “It was already all at her house.”
It was true. Aunt Laura had attended many Mardi Gras in New Orleans. She was still a nurse in summer 2005, so she even assisted at the Hurricane Katrina sites. She adored Lauren and insisted on holding her, even when Lauren needed to take naps. She made me a birthday cake for my 30th birthday. In her best times, she was a colorful person.
My uncle took the podium. After a sweet speech from my aunt, he handed out masks and had us parade around the room to Southern music. In keeping with the theme, jambalaya was served afterwards. It was thoughful and well-planned, and people said, “I actually had fun.”
I worked hard to get my youngest brother there. When my grandmother saw him, for the first time in years, she cried. After all the arrangements for babysitters, convincing my dad my brother needed to go, and getting him out there…it was worth it all.