Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Goodbye

Today, we said Goodbye.

Well, technically, I said Goodbye to a sleeping man last Wednesday. 
Pip Squeak and I went to his bed...I told him we loved him and, I admit as I was fighting back the tears, I whispered Goodbye...
Because I was afraid that I wouldn't see him again.

I was right.

Today was hard...
The funeral home was packed (they had to pull more chairs out of closets)...
I could hear him now "What are all these people doing here for me?"

The pallbearers were made up of one member from each of the eight children's lines who were there (one step-family could not make the trip).  MBB represented our line.
I was moved and liked the symbolism...
Whether it was meant or not...
Whether anyone else noticed...

There is one thing that I am a stickler on...
Funeral Processions.
I stop. 
I pay my respects. 
I do not move my car when a funeral procession is driving by me.
That is the way I was raised.  That is how they do it "back where my grandpa grew up".
It has driven me crazy since I moved south (~20 years to be exact) when I see people ignoring this.

Today, I saw it.
Our procession was long...
And all, but four rude *(&%^&$s, stopped. 
They didn't always know who was being honored...
But they showed respect anyway.

It was a fitting goodbye to a great man.

Namaste.

1 comment:

Yvette Van Niekerk said...

Sorry for your loss, may the Lord hold you in His hands.