I got my memorial invite. Of course it was from the sweetest sister in the hall. Mrs Dazed opened the door and I saw who it was and came over to say hi. She said “Oh good, I was hoping you were home. Will you come to the memorial tomorrow night” as shes giving me a hug. I said “I can’t make it tomorrow” and she said “Oh please come.” She said with a sad face. I just smiled at her. She then asked if we minded if she parked in front of our house. We said “of course not.”
She’s the sweetest. Her son is an elder in the hall and is also the one elder I had respect for. At least I didn’t say what I was thinking…’no way in hell will I step foot in another hall for the memorial…’