This was an EXHAUSTING 24 hours. We basically spent the entire time with Adam’s cousin, who (thank god) is a great sport and finds me funny so I like him. He ended up coming to Panera with us for dinner and we said good bye in the parking lot and it all felt very surreal, like most bonding experiences are.
While the funeral was sad (duh), so many people came that we hadn’t seen in forever. It was nice telling everyone about the baby - minus the rando lady (married to a cousin of Adam’s aunt, so literally not related to us at all). I actually had a really nice conversation about infertility with one of Adam’s parents’ college friends (she’s seriously my favorite of all their friends, she’s Jewish and from New Jersey and thus about 100x more down to earth than the rest of their circle). She went through it all 35 years ago, and remembered it all so clearly - the HSG, the clomid, the disbelief at actually being pregnant.
Adam’s aunt seems to be doing ok. Who knows. I’m sure she’s still in shock. She went through the events of the past week with us and it really sounds like she’d made peace with it, which is huge.
I do love my family. At one point during the memorial I reached over for Adam’s hand and saw that SIL was doing the same to her husband. The two of them in their suits as pallbearers was both sad and also beautiful? If that makes sense. They’re good guys. SIL and I are very lucky.