The Funeral and Other Festivities
I love my family so much. I didn’t realize how long it had been since I had seen them (even my sister, who lives in the same county as I do) until I saw them this week for the funeral. It was also the first time I got to meet my brother-in-law’s brothers and sisters. I wonder what impression I left them with, what with my endless fascination with my sisters’ hair (They have so many kinds! Blonde, brunette, thick, thin, straight curly–how can I keep my hands off of it?) and my tendency to spend more time talking to and entertaining the 7-month-old baby than in conversation with adults. I probably came across as a mentally challenged gay man. Hopefully not as a pedophile, although that is synonymous with “homosexual” for a lot of people.
The viewing and funeral were moving and sad. My sister gave me her camera and asked me to take pictures–but didn’t really make it clear when it would be appropriate to take pictures. I tried to take pictures of things that I thought they would want to remember, but I’m not really good at judging that. I forgot completely to take any photos of the after-funeral luncheon, when everyone was in a better mood.
My mom will be staying up here for the next month to help my sister, and to wait for me to graduate. If that happens, that is. . .
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