funeral reunion
My mom, Rose and I just got back from Utah today. My dad's funeral was really sad. They found out that he died from pneumonia. I heard alot of nice things about him. He was a great guy. Very nice and helpful and smart and courageous. That made me happy. It was weird because I had never been to a Mormon funeral before, so I didn't know that during the viewing before the funeral, all the immediate family had to stand up in front by the coffin and be greeted by EVERYONE who attended the funeral. It was weird, because I hadn't even met most of my family before because there's so many of them because they're Mormon. Alot of them I hadn't seen since I was like 2 or 3 years old when I moved to Oregon with my mom, and some didn't even know I existed. It was weird. It was like a family reunion. It really sucked that it had to be at my dad's funeral. And it was the first time I ever rode in a limo too. Strange. Apparently my dad still smoked pot... My uncle Russell told my mom that when he found out that my dad died and he had to go over to his place to get things situated because my grandpa wasn't in town. He had to find my dad's pot and get it out of there before the cops and my grandpa showed up. Glad he did or else they would have been really pissed and blamed it on that. I kinda think he was murdered by his cousin who lived nearby and was expected over that same day he died. They said when they found him, his face and lips were really purple like his air supply had been drastically and abruptly cut off. His cousin (Kevin) and his girlfriend were acting kind of weird at the funeral and Kevin wouldn't look me in the eye. I heard 3 different stories of how he was found. First I heard that Kevin came over cuz they were planning on getting together that day to work on Kevin's truck and he knocked on the door and waited for a long time and he didn't come to the door and he knew he was home cuz his truck was there, so he busted down the door and found him dead in the kitchen. Then second I heard that he showed up and knocked and waited and no one came to the door so he had the apartment manager open the door and they found him. And third, after the funeral when we were eating, Kevin's girlfriend said that when no one came to the door, she crawled in through the window and found him there. And also when we were eating Kevin, his gf and my grandpa's wife, Shirley were sitting near Rose and I and Rose asked Shirley if they were gonna start an investigation about what happened and Kevin and his gf got really nervous and red in the face. I want to do something about it, but that whole side of the family are Mormons and theres no way they would accuse a family member of murder. When I went to my dad's apartment to get some things, felt a really heavy, weird, bad feeling in the kitchen where he died, like there was alot of turmoil that took place there. I felt suffocated by something. I know my feelings are right, they always are. I'm basically psychic. Once I had a perfect vision in a dream of me getting busted by the cops for hotboxing my car, and two weeks later it happened just like in the dream. I had dreams about leaving Oregon and driving to somewhere safer in a new car up a gravel driveway in California. That turned out to be my mom's boyfriend's driveway to his house near Redding and my car that I have now, was the car in my dreams. I had this dream way before my parents ever got a divorce and my mom moved to California and way before I even thought about moving to California myself. I had a feeling long before my parents got a divorce that it was going to happen and they showed absolutely no signs of it (it was completely spontaneous on my moms part, she just left) and I knew for that last year that my dad was going to die and that wasn't obvious either. It wa really ironic because on last sunday (the day he died), I checked my schedule and noticed that I had this last thursday and friday off and I never get two days in a row off, so I thought I would go and visit my dad those days and I had to feeling I was going to have to be there for something important. I found out that night what happened, and sure enough I went there on thursday and his funeral was friday. So yeah thats all kinda weird. I miss my dad alot. He was the only one who ever called me and the only one who really cared. Not even any of my friends who say I'm their best friend call me, and when they do, it seems like they don't really care about whats going on with me. My dad was very encouraging to me and I always enjoyed his stories and his wisdom and his artwork.