Why is the word "fun" in funeral?
I got a call from my ex fire Chief Steve last night while I was in downtown Indy walking to the baseball game. He told me that the the wife of the previous Chief had died from cancer, and that the funeral was this morning at 11 in Urbana. I immediatly called my boss and told her what was going on, and she was very nice and told me that I could have the day off to go. So, at 8:00 this morning I started out to Urbana, only to realize that I had forgotten about the time change and would therefore be arriving early. I'm stupid, I know. I got to ride on the engine again, the first time since I moved away, to the service, then sat through the funeral trying not to cry. I had only met the woman once briefly, but while her daughters were giving their eulogy I started to get choked up. And then the annoying thing happened that always happens to me at these things- my mind started to wander. I was thinking things like "I wonder what my funeral will be like" "I want this particular song played" and "Should it be in a church or a funeral home?" A little morbid don't you think? It all just got me thinking, because this woman died so suddenly. She was only diagnosed with cancer 6 weeks ago, and it was already stage 4. I can't imagine hearing this news, and having to actually start thinking about what my own funeral should be like. So, after the 2 hour drive there, the depressing service, catching up with the guys, and then the 2 hour drive back, I'm whooped. I literally feel like an energy vampire sucked the life force out of me. I almost fell asleep driving home, and it was only like 6 o clock. I'm taking a bath then going to bed. Good night.