I attended Erin's funeral today, my 'son-out-law's' uncle What do you call the person who would be an 'in-law' but my children skipped the paperwork?
Many things hit me and would I could have felt right about pulling out my note book and writing down what I heard.
"Didn't recognize him. Cleans up good." Spoken by someone at our table.
Grandpa George, "Talked to him for 30 minutes. We both had the same memories. I guess I should know who he is."
Later: "I talked to him for an hour, suppose I should know who he is."
Mrs. Grandpa George says, "That was...."
Grandpa George, "Your brother? I KNEW I should know who he was."
These are just a few of the things.
There was sadness and tears, but there was rejoicing also...
"He's the last one in the family to shoot a deer. Glad that it was him."
(The deer hunt is a big deal)
"He's the best cook."
"Did you hear him play the guitar?"
Random conversations mixed with the young ones trying to figure out what a tie was, knowing it was important and proud to be wearing it.
It was a wonderful experience. What I'm happy for right now...my daughter has the wonderful opportunity to call these people family.
Can't say that with my family. Not sure what went wrong, but we are broken. I've accepted that we are 'broken' as a part of 'life'. I never realized what was lost until today.
It was a funeral in more ways than one.
I think I'm sad.