Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Just a sad day ...

As I continue to mature ( I like that word better then getting old) I have come to realize how much I HATE funerals. I went to one this afternoon. A friend from many, many years ago, her mother passed away and the funeral was for her. As I entered to doors of the chapel I took a deep breath, a very deep breath and said under my breath, everything is fine, stay calm. It began in the usual way but quickly evolved into a walk down memory lane. I knew everyone in the pictures up there on the big screen. Smiling, happy faces taken many years ago, another life time. It wasn't long before I had alligator tears streaming down my face and of course, no tissues. At the conclusion I gave my condolences to the family, promised to have lunch with everyone soon and made my departure. Driving home I was overwhelmed with memories, thoughts of my own mortality and once again said to myself, never again, I an not going to any funeral ever again. However, I know myself, I will go again when another dear friend loses a loved one, or when it's one of my own. Live well my friends, life is short.


  1. Sigh. Sorry Anita...I'm finding that this time of life, while blessed, sure has its "not fun" moments.

    Thinking of you and glad you are my friend.

  2. I am so sorry Anita. It does not always feel good as we mature, however remember we get to mature. My thoughts are with you.