A full plate.
Yeah, I was right. We’re definitely in one of those family dark spots again. Thursday night was the wake of my cousin who was shot and killed last week. Today was Mr. Ray’s funeral. And like I said, I’d thought I was going to keep a relative grip on myself since Mr. Ray wasn’t too close with me personally and I really just knew him through my grandmother in these years they’ve been living together.
But out there in that Mississippi town he’s from everybody knew everybody so there were tears and sobbing all around. And with his favorite songs playing while a projector constantly showed snapshots of his active life large on a screen behind the open casket in the church, it became a personal experience very quickly. Everyone was talking about how much he and my grandmother meant to each other, and it was all too obvious how true that really was.
Seeing her breaking down as they went to close the casket for the final time was the worst moment for me. Those two were everything together and now that’s all gone for her. She’s alone just like that, a widow again. It got to a point in the sermon that I couldn’t look at her without starting to cry again. All she can do is come back to Louisiana with the rest of us now. Things are going to be so hard for her. Her birthday is even this coming Friday and she and Mr. Ray had already made plans to travel somewhere together.
But just as more evidence for my trouble in bunches theory, it turned out my brother and sister couldn’t even come to Mr. Ray’s funeral because they already had another to go to. A cousin of theirs (we’re half-siblings), committed suicide a few days ago. So both of these funerals were today and they went to that one.
Yet also one of our other cousins wasn’t at Mr. Ray’s funeral either today because as we found out just after arriving, she got rushed to the emergency room this morning with sudden fierce burning in her abdomen, vomiting, crippling pain, etc. She just had a baby a couple months ago so there was talk it may be something to do with that, but as of this posting the doctors still don’t even know what’s really wrong with her yet.
Rough sailing indeed. Too much mortality talk in the expanse of one day as well. No more funerals this week please. Or grey rain which never stops falling as we muddy up the cemeteries tromping through them. We need rainbows and kittens now. Maybe a houhou or two to laugh at or something.
But out there in that Mississippi town he’s from everybody knew everybody so there were tears and sobbing all around. And with his favorite songs playing while a projector constantly showed snapshots of his active life large on a screen behind the open casket in the church, it became a personal experience very quickly. Everyone was talking about how much he and my grandmother meant to each other, and it was all too obvious how true that really was.
Seeing her breaking down as they went to close the casket for the final time was the worst moment for me. Those two were everything together and now that’s all gone for her. She’s alone just like that, a widow again. It got to a point in the sermon that I couldn’t look at her without starting to cry again. All she can do is come back to Louisiana with the rest of us now. Things are going to be so hard for her. Her birthday is even this coming Friday and she and Mr. Ray had already made plans to travel somewhere together.
But just as more evidence for my trouble in bunches theory, it turned out my brother and sister couldn’t even come to Mr. Ray’s funeral because they already had another to go to. A cousin of theirs (we’re half-siblings), committed suicide a few days ago. So both of these funerals were today and they went to that one.
Yet also one of our other cousins wasn’t at Mr. Ray’s funeral either today because as we found out just after arriving, she got rushed to the emergency room this morning with sudden fierce burning in her abdomen, vomiting, crippling pain, etc. She just had a baby a couple months ago so there was talk it may be something to do with that, but as of this posting the doctors still don’t even know what’s really wrong with her yet.
Rough sailing indeed. Too much mortality talk in the expanse of one day as well. No more funerals this week please. Or grey rain which never stops falling as we muddy up the cemeteries tromping through them. We need rainbows and kittens now. Maybe a houhou or two to laugh at or something.