Funerals

How many funerals have I been to? I really could not even count. Don't want to count. Some have been more agonizing than others. Then songs that are played with them...ugh..every time they are on the radio I cry. Hate it!

The pain is so much. I think I almost threw up at the last one I went too and honestly, I didn't even know him THAT well. Was there for good karma to support the family. Tore me up.

So, I decided I just can't do funerals anymore. Each time they take a piece out of me. I suppose that is the reason for going to them but if I have to sit in Flintoff's funeral home one more time, I might loose it....

Because of this "decision" I chose not to go to a funeral today. Mike Taber, who I worked for a good couple of year (8 years ago) died. He fought a mighty battle with cancer and ultimatley lost. He was really what one would call a great man. Family guy, always smiling..I told him once he was the best boss I had ever had and just wanted him to know that.

And then...I didn't go to his funeral.

The feeling I have now and will have forever is worse than the feeling I would have had at the funeral. No matter what, he still has a piece of me.

People come into our lives for a reason. When people pass, they are suppose to take a part of you with them. They deserve it.

I wish I had gone to the funeral. Thought I could remember in my own way but seems there is something to this whole ritual stuff.

On the plus side, my cousin is having a little baby girl any minute now! Another cousin was blessed with an adoption of a little girl to join their family.

Life gives, and life takes away.