I went to a church today. It was the memorial service/funeral of one of Melindas previous husbands. I never met the man in my life. He was younger than I am, had just turned 52, and had many of the same health problems that I do. He was a bigger man than I but he was cremated and was (presumably) in a small box - along with his mother - on a table, surrounded by pictures that had him in them. In one I noted that he looked just a bit like me when I was younger. The preacher played the piano and sang this song with a woman singing harmony (no, not as well as Vince, but then who could...it was still good anyway). I cried a lot. I suppose partly because I am just a weepy old man now and partly because several songs like this, especially that one, dig into my soul and rub cayenne pepper on it - metaphorically, of course. Melinda said he died in his sleep. I know about that...so did I. She would have been going to my funeral, if I had one, except that my implanted defibrillator restarted my heart. Afterward most of us went downstairs and ate; fried chicken, dressing, black-eyed peas, many other dishes and there were cakes and pies. I managed to only do a slab of the red velvet, but there was a cake beside it that was green. Not until I am the guest of honor at such a todo will I not partake of the free food. Im just a heathen like that.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 00:29:01 +0000
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