Neither rain nor snow nor life nor death, especially death, shall keep the Bridge Club from its appointed game. I learned this from my mother last week.
I had called her just to talk, and she was telling me about a friend who had died earlier in the week. Mother and her lady friends are at that age where most of them have already outlived their spouses, and now they are losing their friends. The ones who are still around play Bridge at least once a week.
Dorothy Jean, who had been in the nursing home with Alzheimer's for a number of years, died last week. Her visitation was on Monday night, but her funeral on Tuesday was scheduled right in the middle of Bridge Club.
No problem. The Bridge Club convened, ate lunch, and played one round of Bridge. They adjourned for the funeral and then promptly reconvened to finish the Bridge game.
For more Mema Moments see THIS POST from my sister Margie’s blog.