Do you have a funeral dress? I do 😦 I didn’t realize it until this morning though.
I was raised that you wear ALL BLACK to a funeral. I don’t know the meaning behind it, just that that is what you do. After I showered this morning my hand instinctively reached for the one all black dress I own. Tears came to my eyes when I realized that it has a pretty central location in my closet. ( I didn’t have to dig it out) That can’t be normal. I am only 44 years old, and I have buried almost as many people in my life. WTF?!?!?!?
As I pushed Einstein to get ready this morning, I realized that he doesn’t have a funeral dress, I mean funeral clothes. This is the first time that he has had to bury a friend, and loved one.
I just sat on the floor and cried. Finally let myself cry.
Of course I am not upset about a damn dress, but I am upset that I have been through this what I consider TOO GOD DAMN MANY TIMES. I know what I am supposed to wear. I know what I am “supposed” to say to Dan’s grieving wife, and kids. Hell I even know how to comfort his traumatized dog. Enough! Enough Damn loss!!!!! I don’t think my heart can take much more.
I have to go now and bury another friend. Another life taken way too soon. SMH
Dan’s obituary. Doesn’t even begin to touch on the life that was his
update: May he rest in peace