My Uncle Ole died this spring. We weren't close - He lived in another state and I only have vague memories of him from family reunions. I got to talk to him a bit on facebook the last few years though, and that was nice. Ole's kids are having a family service in the town where he grew up this weekend. I planned to go to be with my mom, who was delighted that she would finally have some of her cute grand kids to show off - she usually has to go alone because I'm the only one of her children who lives close enough to visit often and I usually find a good reason to just stay home. Anyway, I was planning to go, until our cute little neighbor and one of Miss E's best friends brought over a birthday party invitation for Saturday. Conflict! Normally, I'm always happy to jump on an excuse to stay home. I love home. Home is my favorite place to be. This is different though. It's not just a trip to see Grandma. It's something we've been planning for weeks. My mom has been looking forward to it. I've told all my cousins I'll be there. I ought to just suck it up and go. I do hate to make Miss E miss her friend's party. And I do hate to pass up a good excuse to stay home - especially on Memorial Day weekend. Who wants to travel on Memorial Day weekend? Not me, that's for sure. But for my mom, for her brother's memorial, I need to be a grown up.