I'm sad to say that my Granny passed away on the 12
th. So that being said we had to arrange her funeral. My Granny is from Arkansas and my Grandpa is
buried there as well so we set
everything up for the services to be in Lamar, AR (population 1,946, up 17% from 2000)
My dad said to me, "You don't have to go, all we are doing is driving 6 hrs for a 20 min service then driving right back." For those of you who know my dad....that means he wants someone to come but he would NEVER EVER ask. So I rode with my dad. There were hours of
awkward silence but we made it.
(Let me just say in that little town of NOTHING there was 2
Mexican stores painted bright green...I swear they are everywhere)
My family, keeping true to their white trash roots, was dressed for a tractor pull instead of a funeral. My Aunt, the one who got the shovel, had on a
hoodie that zipped up with only a bra on underneath it and
camo gloves. My uncle had on
camo pants and my dads cousin had on a orange
camo jacket. The
cemetery was 300ft away from a donkey farm. All through the service we heard
eeeeeeeeoohhhhhhhhhhh.
So my Granny was
laid to rest in true Arkansas fashion....