Goodbye
We laid my mother to rest on a beautiful, warm, summer day. My brother, sister, and I sat together on the front row, spouses, children, and extended family behind us, friends standing just inside the shade of the canopy. Lacy was not there He is and he isn't nowadays. He's part of our family, conspicuous by his absence. He is the guest unable to attend, the member that others always ask about, the invisible, the loved, the fading. He is in our hearts continually, but it is easier for everyone - including Lacy - if he does not attend large gatherings. This is the far-reaching effect of Huntington's Disease. My mother was so precious to all of us, but for Lacy, she was the calm in the storm. He was never angry with Grandma. She could fuss over him, wipe his face, or hug him with no reaction on his part. Grandma gave him a feeling of safety that neither Kenny nor I could give him. He will mourn her in his own way, and he will miss h...