Death Becomes Her

This is a quickie post just to say I am back and will be visiting everyone’s blogs soon (be afraid).
I do have to tell you a little about the funeral I went to last weekend. It wasn’t your average funeral. There was a memorial service on Sunday where family and friends from the town Gladys was living in could get together. I thought the preacher would do a short sermon and we would leave, but instead he started telling funny stories and telling about practical jokes she liked to play. Then, he opened it up to family and friends to tell stories. It was really great! That’s what I want…people laughing at the silly things I have done. On Monday was the real funeral in her home town. I just assumed it would be a depressing occasion with everyone whaling through what the funeral home guy had to say. Instead, her daughter got up and told a couple more stories and also quoted some of her “famous” sayings. She told us about all the concerts Gladys loved to go to and that she always had a huge supply of glow sticks to take with her. When they played the very last song before we left, we all waved the glow sticks that had been passed out. It was wonderful, but too hard to get through the whole song without sobing. I am so glad to be back home, now I just have to get over the crud and get back to my old self!