I attended my last wake/funeral for the week today. I wish I could say for the year, but it’s only March. The odds are highly against that.
The service was held at a funeral parlor that I have visited a few times before. A part of me was vexed that I knew exactly how to get to the ladies room. When I thought about it, I realized I knew the exact location of the ladies room of at least two other funeral homes. I mean, who expects to be that familiar with a funeral home if you don’t work there? Definitely, been to too many funerals.
Each death is different, each funeral is not the same, yet there are commonalities. The service, the internment, the repast. Like weddings that join us – these are the ties that also bind people. And I’m …
Actually, I don’t know what I am.
Other than I’m tired. I’m mentally rambling. I’m done.
Sorry this is as good as it gets today, I’m going to bed…