part two
catholic funerals are strange.
call me a traditionalist, but i think i'd like it a lot better if everything was still in latin. at least then it would be hard to understand and i wouldn't be so fully aware that everyone is incompetent.
this week seemed to be full of poetic symbols of death and mourning; as soon as we left the funeral parlor to drive the three blocks to the church is started to rain. not just a normal rain but that chilling gets-in-your-bones rain and seems to hit the ground and creep up you pant leg until your absolutely soaked without ever noticing. both of my brothers were pallbearers, my father sat with one of my uncles and my mother was taking care of the girls (kylie had decided a few minutes before that elmo, in fact, wanted to wear her shoes and possibly her dress if they would just stop looking long enough for her to get it off). i looked around for a friendly face but there were only a few sad ones and several disapproving glares. apparently my mother thought it was too funny not to share. everyone knows i think my grandmother is going to be a brain eating zombie.
no one in my family has a sense of humor.
call me a traditionalist, but i think i'd like it a lot better if everything was still in latin. at least then it would be hard to understand and i wouldn't be so fully aware that everyone is incompetent.
this week seemed to be full of poetic symbols of death and mourning; as soon as we left the funeral parlor to drive the three blocks to the church is started to rain. not just a normal rain but that chilling gets-in-your-bones rain and seems to hit the ground and creep up you pant leg until your absolutely soaked without ever noticing. both of my brothers were pallbearers, my father sat with one of my uncles and my mother was taking care of the girls (kylie had decided a few minutes before that elmo, in fact, wanted to wear her shoes and possibly her dress if they would just stop looking long enough for her to get it off). i looked around for a friendly face but there were only a few sad ones and several disapproving glares. apparently my mother thought it was too funny not to share. everyone knows i think my grandmother is going to be a brain eating zombie.
no one in my family has a sense of humor.