First of all, I need to thank everyone for all of the kind comments, thoughts, and prayers offered up for my father. I could never have imagined when I started blogging back in April that I would already be invested in the lives of so many wonderful women (and a few men too), and that I would find such a strong, supportive, and endlessly interesting and thought-provoking community out here in cyberspace. I'm so happy and honored to have gotten to know you all. And thanks to all of my old-technology friends as well (you know, the face-to-face kind) for all of their support through the years...I'm not done needing you yet.
I can't imagine Audrey at the wake. She has a thing about crawling into bed with the elderly and infirmed. The first time that she saw a hospital bed, she said, "It's a crib!" and crawled right in, completely unfazed by how sickly and not-like-themselves the person looked or smelled. Needless to say, they all loved it and thought that she was an earth angel for doing so. I'm thinking of hiring her out to nursing homes to lift their spirits. She would be far superior to puppy pet therapy.
Knowing this, you can imagine the potential dangers of taking her to an open-casket wake. Like a lot of autistic kids, Audrey loves cozy, confined spaces. She might think it's a Lincoln Log fort that she could go foraging in. Or maybe a log flume ride like the one that she loved so much at Kiddieland. I'm absolutely certain that Papa would love nothing more than her company, but it might not go over so well with the other guests.