A Young Widower's Tale
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Concerns about the funeral, winter turns into spring I was asked to be a pallbearer at the funeral Saturday. I must admit I was a little surprised and a little honored by the request considering there are plenty of blood relatives and other friends who could do the job and technically I haven’t been part of the family for over three years. I guess this means I can’t be late. :-) *** I have a small concern about the funeral: My first wife’s parents. We were never on good terms and I haven’t spoken to them since she died. (What ever bridge remained between us was blown to pieces when my former father-in-law asked the detective investigating my first wife’s death if I killed her.) I don’t have any ill feelings toward them anymore. They haven’t been part of my life for three and a half years and whatever has happened between us water under the bridge. Whenever I think about them now, I just feel sorry for them. For some reason I have this little nagging feeling that I should just watch my back. The last thing anyone is going to want – including myself – is some sort of scene. Of course I don’t even know if they’ll attend the funeral. My first wife’s mother didn’t even attend her daughter’s funeral and my first wife’s father left halfway though the service. Not that I cared. To me it was just a further reflection of their narcissistic behavior. Still, the feeling remains. I hope that come Saturday night, I have nothing interesting to report. *** But Saturday won’t be all sadness. A friend is getting married in Vegas that day. She’s starting a wonderful new life with her husband. I’m excited for her. If you have a moment, Life and death. Winter is turning into spring. So go the seasons. So goes life. You Can Now Purchase Room for Two - 2007-08-31 |
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