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As you guys probably have guessed by now, we are back from Illinois. Got back late yesterday, but was too tired to mess with the computer. Very tired, but then when isn’t dealing with a death and funeral process not exhausting. Didn’t help that the motel we stayed at had 3/4 of it full of traveling workers, who decided to party all through the night. Doors slamming continuously, yelling in the hallway, fights, howling and barking like dogs in the hallway, pounding on doors and screaming people’s names, and so on. At 11:30 I called the number for the night manager and he said he would call the room of one of the bosses, but it did no good. At 12:30 I tried calling the manager again, but he would not answer his phone, so I called the 1-800 for the motel’s main office, but was told they only take reservations and could not help me. At 1:30 called the police and they said they would send a car out. Which I did hear some officers telling them they had to knock it off. At 2:30 I
called the police again, since none of it had quieted down one little bit, as a matter of fact, the more they drank (and you could smell other items being used besides just drinking) the worse it got as the night went on. The dispatch said they would send officers again. I stuck my head out of the door when I saw the lights from the police car. At least half a dozen officers came in. They told the group that was in the hallway that they would have to leave. Leave the motel. A bunch more came out of rooms (they were parting all along the hallway in bunches of rooms) and they started to argue about leaving and the police all took out their handcuffs and said the guys could either leave on their own or leave in handcuffs. They told the partiers that their refusing to stop after the first visit from the police “bought them their ticket out of the motel”. The police was able to go to the manager’s house and had him come up to take care of making sure they left. It was after
4:00 before they all left. The whole entire group was kicked out. All 3/4 of the motel. The manager at the desk when we checked out at 9:00 said he was so glad to see them go. When Bill opened the door to go get some cereal (at the free continental breakfast), I heard what sounded to me like sleigh bells. I wondered if they had tied something to our door. So I opened up the door to check the handle, and the cleaning person had a huge bag full of booze bottles. She said she had only cleaned half of the hallway and had already taken out three full bags of bottles. She still had the other half of the hall way to do, and she said she had “peaked” into the other rooms and they were just as full of bottles. Plus the lady upstairs cleaning said her rooms were all full of bottles every bit as bad as the rooms on the first floor. What a mess. So besides all the stress of the visitation and funeral the next day, had all that to deal with during the night. I know motels are noisy
places, but this was a nightmare. Worse than anything I’ve ever experienced before. The funeral was a nice one. Ok, I know that didn’t come out right. The service was a nice one. The ministers were Uncle Wayne’s step-son he raised and the step-son’s son. They did such a good service. Also saw lots of people and family that I have not seen in many many years. I do mean “many” for some of them. Like 30 years or more. Uncle Wayne and his wife were really close to my mom and dad (dad and Uncle Wayne were brothers. The only two boys out of a family of 10 children) when I was growing up and then after Bill and I got married, we also visited with them. Usually a couple times a week. We were very close. All that is left alive of dad’s family is two sisters. Aunt Marge is even closer than Uncle Wayne was. He was the second oldest of the family. He was 86. Aunt Marge is 81 and every time we make it back to Illinois and get to see her, she looks more and more frail. It is scary. It is
going to be like losing a second mom when she passes.

Sue