The power of a cupcake

Hey there,

Just home from watching the procession arrive at the funeral home, coming from the airport with Chief's body. That was pretty emotional, and I certainly didn't have to be doing it all day, from boarding the plane to California at 7am, to excorting the body home, to comforting his wife...my poor J, he's had so much to do and feel these past few days, I wonder how he's holding up. He just called to say he's going to the fellowship reception now. He must be exhausted, I can't imagine. I watched him escort Chief's wife from the limo into the funeral home and I just started bawling. Her heartbroken face, the way her body looked so fragile, her arm wrapped tightly around J's, his body bent toward her to keep her standing...I had to go right after that. Poor JJ, he just stood there, not knowing what to say, then finally, "Can we go get a cupcake?" Absolutely, a cupcake. What in the world could make you feel better? So we walked down about 6 blocks to my friend's cupcake cafe and had a treat. How does a 10 year old know just the right thing to do next?

Question: you said in your post "then we're all going over to M's" --- Mom and Dad too??? I assume just L and you, but I wasn't sure. Hard enough with L, but indeed a stress fest if she was going to tell everyone. Hope it goes ok. Write later when you can.
Love
A