Fun Home
A good friend of over 20 years; a trusted confidante, the first person I came out to, and in some ways a soul mate, her father died last weekend. Today was the funeral, at the fun-eral home.
While we've always joked about keeping the fun in dysfunction, today was easier than I thought it would be. Siblings rallied, and they joined their mother to remember and celebrate the heartiest laugher in the bunch. Dad was a big jovial character, quick with a smile and something to lighten the mood. By tonight I could tell they were hitting their limits of imposed family time, but they've been at it for 5 days now.
M's partner is a trained and skilled social worker, but more than that, she knows the best ways to communicate with people. M's got great support, but it's still hard to see her go through this. She's a strong woman, not prone to easy sentiment, and she's holding it together, but barely. No matter how much I try to be there for her, I can't make it any easier for her, as if that would make the situation better.
No matter if I have the details spelled out, a playlist put together; hell, I have a menu written up, none of those details will actually make it easy. Then again, I guess it is okay for people to cry, and fall apart, that is part of the point.
And again I vow to tell people I care about that I love them, have some fun each day, and try to do a little more good each day.
While we've always joked about keeping the fun in dysfunction, today was easier than I thought it would be. Siblings rallied, and they joined their mother to remember and celebrate the heartiest laugher in the bunch. Dad was a big jovial character, quick with a smile and something to lighten the mood. By tonight I could tell they were hitting their limits of imposed family time, but they've been at it for 5 days now.
M's partner is a trained and skilled social worker, but more than that, she knows the best ways to communicate with people. M's got great support, but it's still hard to see her go through this. She's a strong woman, not prone to easy sentiment, and she's holding it together, but barely. No matter how much I try to be there for her, I can't make it any easier for her, as if that would make the situation better.
No matter if I have the details spelled out, a playlist put together; hell, I have a menu written up, none of those details will actually make it easy. Then again, I guess it is okay for people to cry, and fall apart, that is part of the point.
And again I vow to tell people I care about that I love them, have some fun each day, and try to do a little more good each day.