Ah, the drama queen....from when she wanted to take Irish dance lessons...she tried and tried, but could never quite get that Riverdance skip down.....
Friday, February 11, 2005
So sue me
Okay, so I'm a sucky blogger. A lazy one at best....I have no excuse, so i'll offer none, and simply move on.
I went to a funeral today. The woman was an older woman in her late 70s who died last Monday after a long, excruciating battle with emphysema. My daughter was very close to her, and begged to go to the wake, so we decided to take her. She is a very dramatic child, and she cried all night like she had lost her best friend. Her dad and I both knew that she was playing it up. Not that she wasn't sad, it's just that when she said that the dead body was smiling at her...well, that wasn't all. On the way there, she announced to us how much she enjoyed crying, and how she felt as if she may cry some at the funeral home. We told her that it was perfectly okay for her to be sad and cry....but after the fourth or fifth time kneeling in front of the body, she started to tell us that she heard her Aunt Clare speak to her from beyond...then we knew that it was time to go.
She begged to go to the funeral today, so we allowed her to go. She tried her hardest to cry. She knew that if she could just make it over to the body, that the tears would come...but her mother cut in front of her b-line towards the open casket. I grabbed her hand, and led her to our seats, on the other side of the chapel - which was in the nursing home where Aunt Clare had loved for the last couple of years. It was a nice service, kind of long, but very Catholic, right down to the Ave Maria. Then to the luncheon.
This funeral luncheon thing is very new to me. Back in the south, when someone dies, everyone takes food to their house, and maybe after the funeral, close friends and family *might* come to the house for a meal. Up here, it is a different story. After the cemetery, everyone there was invited to meet back at a banquet hall or a restaurant, and have a full catered meal. Ours today kinda sucked, but it was free food, and somewhat entertaining.
And I took a whole day off from work for this....
Also heard some news about a friend. To him, I miss you. No one knows what it's like to be the bad man....
I went to a funeral today. The woman was an older woman in her late 70s who died last Monday after a long, excruciating battle with emphysema. My daughter was very close to her, and begged to go to the wake, so we decided to take her. She is a very dramatic child, and she cried all night like she had lost her best friend. Her dad and I both knew that she was playing it up. Not that she wasn't sad, it's just that when she said that the dead body was smiling at her...well, that wasn't all. On the way there, she announced to us how much she enjoyed crying, and how she felt as if she may cry some at the funeral home. We told her that it was perfectly okay for her to be sad and cry....but after the fourth or fifth time kneeling in front of the body, she started to tell us that she heard her Aunt Clare speak to her from beyond...then we knew that it was time to go.
She begged to go to the funeral today, so we allowed her to go. She tried her hardest to cry. She knew that if she could just make it over to the body, that the tears would come...but her mother cut in front of her b-line towards the open casket. I grabbed her hand, and led her to our seats, on the other side of the chapel - which was in the nursing home where Aunt Clare had loved for the last couple of years. It was a nice service, kind of long, but very Catholic, right down to the Ave Maria. Then to the luncheon.
This funeral luncheon thing is very new to me. Back in the south, when someone dies, everyone takes food to their house, and maybe after the funeral, close friends and family *might* come to the house for a meal. Up here, it is a different story. After the cemetery, everyone there was invited to meet back at a banquet hall or a restaurant, and have a full catered meal. Ours today kinda sucked, but it was free food, and somewhat entertaining.
And I took a whole day off from work for this....
Also heard some news about a friend. To him, I miss you. No one knows what it's like to be the bad man....
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