FUNERAL FUN AND ENTERTAINMENT
I'm finally back. I'll bet that, you were wondering where I was, all of this time. We made a last minute decision to, go to Aunt Sue's funeral. We arrived home last night, about 6:30 P.M., after a whirl wind trip. We left Monday morning, and again, just got home last night. Two days in the car, and only one day there. That's just the way it had to be, life had to go on. My son had to get back to school, and my husband back to work. Death has a way of being inconvient.
I hadn't been to a funeral since, my Great Uncle Tom died; 1997 I believe. Both my Grandmother Jenny, and Great Aunt Jewel had died since then. Although, for whatever reason, I was unable to go to those funerals. I must say, going to Sue's funeral, was the saddest thing that I have experienced lately. Possibly not, remember my beloved dog Maverick died a week earlier. I'll always be able to remember both of their death dates for that reason, especially Maverick's. He died, the day after our six year anniversary.
Again, Thanksgiving will never be the same. Aunt Sue died on Thanksgiving. That will forever be embeded in my mind. Wow... the month on November has completely sucked, as the kids put it. By the way, I hate the word sucks. However, sucks describes it pretty well. I'm glad that month, and nearly this year are over. It seems as though I, say the same thing every year. I can't remember when, we've had an uneventful, happy, lucky year. I guess that's what adulthood is all about.
My husband and I, knew exactly how my Mom's reactions would unfold at the funeral. She had saved up all of her grief and disbelief until then. We all said that, we had to see her in the coffin, to believe it. Sure, I cried a little when I heard the news. Never-the-less, that was nothing until, I physically saw her for myself. I've always said that, I'm a visual learner.
Then again, seeing everyone else cry, always makes me cry. My Mom Boo Hooed, when she got her greeting hugs from all of the family members.
Especially Uncle Renny, he is now left holding the bag so-to-speak. The family members, are all very close to us. They really tore me up, when they cryed, and said hello in my arms.
I guess that, Uncle Renny was, almost all cryed out. He did very little at the service it seemed. Maybe he was still in disbelief too. However, the service
service was beautiful, and full of loved ones. The family's pastor, who knew Sue, did a great job. It was very uplifting, and not too sad. Only the oldest Grandson, touched our hearts the most. He had written a whole slew of things down, about his Grammy Sue. Afterwards, he said to John, "thanks man, I was fine until you got up there." Then, they both laughed. It's a guy manner of speaking I guess. John is in his mid twentys, and my Husband, almost 40.
In complete disbelief, I saw my husband cry for the first time, ever. We have been together almost seven years, and I've never seen that. We even shared, the same soggy, single cleanex that we had. He reminded me to, tell him what he got from the service after it was over. It was regarding Sue's no fear of dying. He said that, he has always felt the same way too. I took away that, I should really get my butt back to church. She always enjoyed church. Maybe I should find, the same inner peace about it as well.
If I had to make you and Sue laugh, regarding her funeral; I would tell you of the following events. # 1. Her oldest son's ex-wife reappeared after he asked her to leave. #2. Her son's father, which is Sue's first husband showed up. # 3. Three, more then appearent lesbians came. # 4. A four hundred pound fat man, in a black suite showed up. Lastly, but not least #5. While during a prayer, someone farted. Yes.. I said farted. Not a big one, but you knew what you heard. My husband and Mom were on both sides of me, so I knew that it wasn't them. I opened my eyes, and looked down at my son right after it happened. He was looking right back at me, as to say it wasn't me. Appearently, an adult sitting behind us did it. Sue, would have died laughing had she been there. Then again, she was there, and probably did laugh. See you some other day Sue...
I'm finally back. I'll bet that, you were wondering where I was, all of this time. We made a last minute decision to, go to Aunt Sue's funeral. We arrived home last night, about 6:30 P.M., after a whirl wind trip. We left Monday morning, and again, just got home last night. Two days in the car, and only one day there. That's just the way it had to be, life had to go on. My son had to get back to school, and my husband back to work. Death has a way of being inconvient.
I hadn't been to a funeral since, my Great Uncle Tom died; 1997 I believe. Both my Grandmother Jenny, and Great Aunt Jewel had died since then. Although, for whatever reason, I was unable to go to those funerals. I must say, going to Sue's funeral, was the saddest thing that I have experienced lately. Possibly not, remember my beloved dog Maverick died a week earlier. I'll always be able to remember both of their death dates for that reason, especially Maverick's. He died, the day after our six year anniversary.
Again, Thanksgiving will never be the same. Aunt Sue died on Thanksgiving. That will forever be embeded in my mind. Wow... the month on November has completely sucked, as the kids put it. By the way, I hate the word sucks. However, sucks describes it pretty well. I'm glad that month, and nearly this year are over. It seems as though I, say the same thing every year. I can't remember when, we've had an uneventful, happy, lucky year. I guess that's what adulthood is all about.
My husband and I, knew exactly how my Mom's reactions would unfold at the funeral. She had saved up all of her grief and disbelief until then. We all said that, we had to see her in the coffin, to believe it. Sure, I cried a little when I heard the news. Never-the-less, that was nothing until, I physically saw her for myself. I've always said that, I'm a visual learner.
Then again, seeing everyone else cry, always makes me cry. My Mom Boo Hooed, when she got her greeting hugs from all of the family members.
Especially Uncle Renny, he is now left holding the bag so-to-speak. The family members, are all very close to us. They really tore me up, when they cryed, and said hello in my arms.
I guess that, Uncle Renny was, almost all cryed out. He did very little at the service it seemed. Maybe he was still in disbelief too. However, the service
service was beautiful, and full of loved ones. The family's pastor, who knew Sue, did a great job. It was very uplifting, and not too sad. Only the oldest Grandson, touched our hearts the most. He had written a whole slew of things down, about his Grammy Sue. Afterwards, he said to John, "thanks man, I was fine until you got up there." Then, they both laughed. It's a guy manner of speaking I guess. John is in his mid twentys, and my Husband, almost 40.
In complete disbelief, I saw my husband cry for the first time, ever. We have been together almost seven years, and I've never seen that. We even shared, the same soggy, single cleanex that we had. He reminded me to, tell him what he got from the service after it was over. It was regarding Sue's no fear of dying. He said that, he has always felt the same way too. I took away that, I should really get my butt back to church. She always enjoyed church. Maybe I should find, the same inner peace about it as well.
If I had to make you and Sue laugh, regarding her funeral; I would tell you of the following events. # 1. Her oldest son's ex-wife reappeared after he asked her to leave. #2. Her son's father, which is Sue's first husband showed up. # 3. Three, more then appearent lesbians came. # 4. A four hundred pound fat man, in a black suite showed up. Lastly, but not least #5. While during a prayer, someone farted. Yes.. I said farted. Not a big one, but you knew what you heard. My husband and Mom were on both sides of me, so I knew that it wasn't them. I opened my eyes, and looked down at my son right after it happened. He was looking right back at me, as to say it wasn't me. Appearently, an adult sitting behind us did it. Sue, would have died laughing had she been there. Then again, she was there, and probably did laugh. See you some other day Sue...
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