I’ll be taking a few days away from the keyboard as I travel to NJ for our mother’s funeral mass, interment of her cremated remains in the mausoleum with our dad and a family and friends luncheon. I’m looking forward to telling a few stories and seeing some folks I haven’t seen in years.
As executor, I’ll also be handling all the administrative tasks required. Hopefully, and I am cautiously optimistic, any family drama will be kept to a minimum.
I have been in active funeral service since the Summer of 1978 and think I have a pretty good handle on being compassionate and understanding when it comes to death. What I had no idea about until recently was how exhausting, both mentally and physically, being responsible (or co-responsible) for a parent’s care during what turned out to be the last weeks of their life. As I stated before, no one deserves to go through what mom did those final weeks, isolated (COVID+) as her body and mind quickly deteriorated after a minor fall in late April.
Having gone through that experience, I have a new perspective and will now be a better funeral director because “every day you don’t learn something new is a day you have wasted”. Mrs. Humphrey is again smiling down on me. (She’s the 6th grade teacher that drilled that lesson into my head)
See y’all in a week or so. . . or maybe sooner.