yitte's mother's funeral

They brought yitte's mom to be buried in jerusalem last night. i saw yossi kaplan's brother, but not yossi, though reports were that he was there. i saw michel, but i didn't see yossi.
dad was not extremely mobile. the wheelchair is a heavy thing to lift. the gorgol, turkey necks were a bit chewy, cooked too fast. the sanhedrin page of the day took long and nate weiss's great grandson's birth was celebrated with cookies. born in a taxi, they called him maxi. they gave the driver a choice, either the name or we'll pay to clean the car. first funeral i ever attended. we're going to go every thursday on some kind of an excursion. mom was reminded of sabta's small body. (i just woke up from dreams of some nigger following me in northern new york). still have to do the taxes. today is yaffa's birthday. i need to get a pru u'rvu shiduch for resnick. the only reason to go to sheikh jarra is social and therefore the odds are against. i have a hard on against charedi as in chevra kadisha. i asked mom about tall rena forcing her way to the grave at her mother's funeral. mom: it's only a minhag, they can go, you know where. i said. it's a cemetery. appropriate of course. when i brought dad up from the daf yomi i advised him to daven maariv. too tired to go to resnick's. they had bags of dirt to pour on the grave. they emptied the casket (tin foil box) and made sure it was empty. carried her in a sheet and then dropped her in and were left with a sheet. buried in a kittel? tachrichin.