We made it back from the funeral. How do you Atlantans ever survive that traffic? The whole thing was delayed an extra day because of a family member's bungee jumping accident. Yes, a bungee jumping accident. My husband summed it up when he asked, "Just what was she thinking as she dove off that cliff?"
Both children acted as well as could be expected, following a nine-hour car trip and being under constant observation by all manner of elderly relatives. My two were the descedent's only great-grandchildren; actually, the only children in my husband's family. The little baby met her paternal grandmother and great-grandmother for the first time. My son perfected the handshake technique a politician recently taught him. ("Instead of giving them five fingers, give 'em seven: five firm fingers and two eyes.") At the visitation, he asked his uncle to take him over for a closer look at the sarcophagus.
At least their grandmother knew they aren't totally without culture.