I am really lagging behind today and it feels like there's a heavy weight on my back. Man, so tired!! I don't know if it was the funeral or the travel or just life in general, but man, just man.
A funeral is always a strange experience, and of course, so sad. At the memorial I sang two songs, and that went pretty good. I thought learning two songs and having to perform them with only a day's time was the most of my trouble. Wrong. Julia was. She feels things so deeply, loves so hard, cares too much. There she stood by the open casket, deep in thought. By the time the eulogy was rolling, she was in full tears and blurt out, "Oh, why did you have to go!" Then later, "You let go of my hand! Oh please, don't die!" I, fresh from singing Amazing Grace, begged her with whispers to please be quiet. Cry later, kid. LATER.
A few more, "She's dead," and, "In death, she leaves us forever," so loud the whole chapel could hear, Julia finally settled down, performance over. My little Anne Shirley had given an Oscar worthy performance and now it was time to go out and have a nice lunch. Sheesh.
Anyone else have a funeral story to share? Please, tell me I'm not the only one who always has to go through this stuff.
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