Well this is really new to me.
My great-grandfather Michael Prokopy passed away at age 89 this morning. I am at a loss on how exactly I should be feeling. I am sad definately, however it's almost as if I feel that I don't care enough.
My mom called dispatch and left a message for me to call her, so I figured something was wrong right away. She had a waiver in her voice that I haven't often heard. The most bizarre feeling was to complete my deliveries and act as is nothing was wrong. It's hard to drive for a living and have too much to think about. But I made it home, and now I have the rest of the week off from work.
My Babas want me to read the Eulogy and my sister to sing. I don't want to do it but I feel compelled to. This will be my first funeral, I have never seen a eulogy given before. I don't have to write it, which is a relief. But I haven't been speaking in front of a crowd since high school.
I just want to get out and go for coffee or a slurpee or something, but Kira is at the rock gym until it closes, and that's the only person I can think of to go with me.
My mom called dispatch and left a message for me to call her, so I figured something was wrong right away. She had a waiver in her voice that I haven't often heard. The most bizarre feeling was to complete my deliveries and act as is nothing was wrong. It's hard to drive for a living and have too much to think about. But I made it home, and now I have the rest of the week off from work.
My Babas want me to read the Eulogy and my sister to sing. I don't want to do it but I feel compelled to. This will be my first funeral, I have never seen a eulogy given before. I don't have to write it, which is a relief. But I haven't been speaking in front of a crowd since high school.
I just want to get out and go for coffee or a slurpee or something, but Kira is at the rock gym until it closes, and that's the only person I can think of to go with me.