POLAR BEARS

My task for Scott's dad's funeral was the recruitment of the pall bearers. I made phone calls and had most of them in place but there were a couple I couldn't reach by phone and I had to catch them at the funeral.

Addison's job was to monitor and maintain the guest book. We both knew our jobs and were completing our tasks.

As the time grew closer for the service to begin, Addison sneaks over and asks if have I contacted all the polar bears. Wait. Polar bears. What does she mean? She reads the confusion on my face and says "you know, Mom, the guys to carry Grandpa's casket. I think you are losing it."

Pall bearers, honey. Pall bearers.

I am sure Grandpa got a little chuckle over that one.