ravena_kade

The week has been exhausting.

I have been trying to be "all Hands on deck" for work because of the tax reporting and the family won't leave me alone. I am not heartless. I know they are hurting. But this is their chaos not mine. I was not able to complete some reports at work. The boss was totally fine. My problem is that I did not need to spend hours doing NOTHING with the cousins... I wanted to learn what I needed to learn and could not. Dad wanted to be at the wake for the whole entire time. I did not but it was a fight. Ended up spending over 4 hours Thursday night. It was too cold for me to walk anywhere as the temp was in the teens and I could not get anyone to run me closer to my house.

Then I wanted to work 4 hours the morning of the funeral, but they wanted Dad with the family and that meant me too or he wouldn't go and he and I had words. I contacted the boss at 6 AM saying that one report wasn't reading right as a new formula she put in wasn't taking into consideration 2 investments she made... and I had to be at the cousins before 8 as we were in a car with a driver. I was not pleased. And since we had the car with the driver we could not leave. I was out of the house at 7:30 AM and not back until 5 PM. I wanted to work. I was able to catch a ride back... again it was too cold to walk the 5 miles home in dress cloths.

When did it become a thing to applaud at the end of a Eulogy?

Some things that were good.

The widow's brother talked her and the kids out of the $20,000 mahogany casket and into a pine one that looked like it was in a Shaker style...he won then over by saying it looked like something that their loved one would have built. He told me he was happy that worked because that amount of money could be used for the mortgage so the wife could stay in the home.

They decided not to have the 6 year old grandson sing "Oh Danny Boy".. His godfather helped him bring the communion gifts to the altar. The boy was scared but quiet. Seeing your Grandfather dead at that age is so hard. He was very good. His godfather did a good job with him too.

The church pew I sat in was the exact one I sat in at my Confirmation... where my Mother scolded the priest in front of the Bishop (My Mother was my sponsor as no family would do it and the godparents were AWOL) ... it made me laugh.

When I got home I made the mistake sitting on the bed and fell asleep with the cat for 3 hours. I was tired.

Today I slept in late and then went to Ipswich with Dad for the first fried clams of the year. The rest of the day is just a day to loaf.

Tomorrow I am home as I need to work to get the final reporting done. I dont mind as this is why I wanted the laptop.

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disneydream06

I am so sorry that things went so messy for you. :(

When did it become a thing to applaud at the end of a Eulogy?
That's weird. :o

Thank goodness her brother talked then out of that casket. :o :o :o
Hugs, Jon

cmcmck

Loafing is sometimes such a good idea!

gwendraith

Glad the funeral is over and you can maybe find time to relax. The pine casket sounds a much better choice.

chris_warrior

yeah, applauding at the end of eulogy feels like something that should be reserved for war heroes or Presidents. the prices of funeral arrangements are extortionist, and i'm glad they were talked out of the really expensive stuff.

as far as work, i'm glad it seems like your boss at least has the sense to give you the time you need for your family obligations, given everything. i hope you get more naps this weekend if you need them.

guy_todd

where my Mother scolded the priest in front of the Bishop

Wish I'd been there to hear that! What did she say to him?

ravena_kade

On the Thursday before we had rehearsal. The kids were in one Pew and their sponsors sat directly behind them in another pew. The sponsors were instructed to pt their hands on the kids shoulder once we were in front of the Bishop. They said left hand during rehearsal. So the kids file out of the pew... then the adults file out and stand behind the kids...they put their hands on the shoulder. Th priest comes up behind my Mother ask yells that he told her right hand. Now there were 5 kids before me. I think he picked my Mother to yell at because the other kids had male sponsors/godparents. My Mother snapped back that he told us left and perhaps if he had not been drinking that he'd remember what he said. Then all the sponsors switched hands. I was mortified. Then when we returned to the pews all the sponsors around my Mother were talking and saying she was right. The priest started to come over but a nun intercepted him...the nun came over and asked then to hold the conversation until after. At least she had the good sense not to try and Shush my Mother. On Monday all the catholic kids at school were talking about my Mother.