Brooke, big hugs to u for going through the motions. I went last year because silly me, I visited my mom on the wrong week.
Feeling guilty, and from insistant begging on my moms part to go "just for me" I went.
I hadnn't been to one in over 7 years, and it was surreal seeing all these ppl I had grown up with and shared so many times with.
I cried when I saw my best friend's (who died of an od 2 years ago) sister. They look so much alike I could not hold back anything. As far as being happy, I was dealing with ppd, my baby was only 4 months at the time AND SLEPT THROUGH THE WHOLE THING (lucky me). My mom was sympathetic to my needs with the baby and we sat in the library.
My advice: take your son, let him get all hopped up on caffiene (maybe give him a coke beforehand) and watch the show unfold!
J/k ...you have gotten some great advice from people here. The things we do to keep our families happy, eh? Im sure everyone here will be memorializing Jesus in their own way.
In lieu of wine, Ive decided to partake of some amerreto sours and munch on some triscuit crackers. This year, I remembered when spring equinox was so I could avoid even calling my relatives before or after for the week.
Just sit there with a smug smile on your face, knowing you have found the real "truth" and make all the little Jehoovies squirm. Thats the best part. When stared at cross your eyes and smile and wave. Or stare back. That always works for me.
Melba of the "glad I live 300 miles away" class