Suevester
January 13, 2006 - Friday
Suevester
Current mood: crushed
Category: Life
I went to my friend Sue's husband's funeral today. He was 32 and he died of a heart attack on their 11th wedding anniversary. That is not supposed to happen. It's true that grief is for the living. I really believe that when you die, you go to heaven for eternity. It's good. It sucks for the people you leave behind.
Rich's funeral was heartbreaking. Of course. Sue wore her red suit and red lipstick because she was trying to be brave. She was so gracious and grateful and all of the things that make me proud to be the president of her fanclub. She is something else.
The whole church was packed. The cops were on one side, civilians on the other. They walked the casket in and she walked right behind it with her little hand on it. Stupid bagpipes. It was the full-on fancy funeral Mass, tons of up and down and kneeling. It sucks to be Catholic at Catholic funeral sometimes, because the non-Catholics don't kneel and when you kneel and the people in front of you don't, then you've got your face in their neck. It's a little unpleasant.
Sue talked, a police yucky yuck talked, and the head dispatcher did a final radio call. Did I say heartbreaking? Shoot me now. Ana Luisa said that she was afraid her heart was going to come out of her mouth. I cried and cried and cried because I just can't imagine how Sue is going to recover from this. She smiled at everyone like she wanted to reassure them. I told her that when she's tired of smiling then she should call me and I'll be there with bacon.
I can't wrap my mind around the fact that she's got to go on. I know about grief, I know that you get out of bed every day with that searing pain in the place where your heart used to be. Sue said that ever since Rich died she hasn't been able to sit or stand up straight. She thinks it's because a big chunk of her heart went with him. One day it won't hurt her quite so much, eventually she will stop counting the days/weeks/months since she last saw him. But how does she get up two weeks from now; or worse, how does she go to bed at night? My heart is broken for my brave, strong, red-suited friend. She puts so much good stuff out in the world, she should never have to suffer. This is ridiculous. I'm pretty sure we didn't sign up for this, so can we get a refund?
Suevester
Current mood: crushed
Category: Life
I went to my friend Sue's husband's funeral today. He was 32 and he died of a heart attack on their 11th wedding anniversary. That is not supposed to happen. It's true that grief is for the living. I really believe that when you die, you go to heaven for eternity. It's good. It sucks for the people you leave behind.
Rich's funeral was heartbreaking. Of course. Sue wore her red suit and red lipstick because she was trying to be brave. She was so gracious and grateful and all of the things that make me proud to be the president of her fanclub. She is something else.
The whole church was packed. The cops were on one side, civilians on the other. They walked the casket in and she walked right behind it with her little hand on it. Stupid bagpipes. It was the full-on fancy funeral Mass, tons of up and down and kneeling. It sucks to be Catholic at Catholic funeral sometimes, because the non-Catholics don't kneel and when you kneel and the people in front of you don't, then you've got your face in their neck. It's a little unpleasant.
Sue talked, a police yucky yuck talked, and the head dispatcher did a final radio call. Did I say heartbreaking? Shoot me now. Ana Luisa said that she was afraid her heart was going to come out of her mouth. I cried and cried and cried because I just can't imagine how Sue is going to recover from this. She smiled at everyone like she wanted to reassure them. I told her that when she's tired of smiling then she should call me and I'll be there with bacon.
I can't wrap my mind around the fact that she's got to go on. I know about grief, I know that you get out of bed every day with that searing pain in the place where your heart used to be. Sue said that ever since Rich died she hasn't been able to sit or stand up straight. She thinks it's because a big chunk of her heart went with him. One day it won't hurt her quite so much, eventually she will stop counting the days/weeks/months since she last saw him. But how does she get up two weeks from now; or worse, how does she go to bed at night? My heart is broken for my brave, strong, red-suited friend. She puts so much good stuff out in the world, she should never have to suffer. This is ridiculous. I'm pretty sure we didn't sign up for this, so can we get a refund?
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