This morning we went to a funeral for my best high-school friend’s mother who died of cancer. This is the 2nd death of someone meaningful to me in the last 2 months and am starting to feel old. It used to be a wave of weddings and babies. I suppose the older you get, the obvious percentage of those in your life will also get older and eventually will die. It’s just a sad reality.
This funeral for Cindy was so touching. Hundreds came out to celebrate the life of this wonderful wife, mother, grammie and friend. Why is it that you don’t see the majority of people that meant the most to you growing up unless it’s a wedding or funeral? I’m still sad and in a funk at it’s 8:25pm. Maybe we should have stayed longer to just be there, you know? I start to think how others must feel and is screws me up. Seeing my friend Jason and his brother Adam. They just lost their Mom. And then thinking how they are going to raise their own children without their Grammie. Then seeing Mike, her husband. I bawled like a baby. “My love” he says to me when I walked up to him. I cried and couldn’t look at him. He said “look me in the eyes…we can cry together.” Wow. I just didn’t know how to handle the moment. He just lost his wife of almost 40 years and I acted like a bafoon.
I guess my advice here, is be real to someone grieving.
And Cindy, I’ll continue our Italian Christmas Eve Braciole Dinner in honor of you!
by Shannon Lott
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