Originally Posted by
bjeriann
I was in 1st grade. My Dad came to school and took us home. I remember my Mom crying so much I thought a relative died. We were watch everything on tv for days.
Same here, only we walked home from school. During the funeral, my mom was ironing and bawling her eyes out at the same time. I don't think she needed to use the pepsi bottle to sprinkle water on the wrinkled dresses that day. That is the first remembrance I have of her crying and us kids staring at her and the tv and not understanding the significance of it all.