I've recently traveled to Kansas on numerous occasions for funerals of dear family members. Enough times now, that when I mention where I'm going, eyebrows raise and I'm asked, "Oh? Weren't you just out there for a funeral?"
Yes, I was, but you see, both sides of my family are from Kansas, so when someone passes away, we are often quickly Kansas bound.
This is my mom's family; she had 14 siblings
. On that side alone, I have about 60 cousins.
Finally, the driving begins. Yes, driving. Experience has taught us our cars are often more dependable and flexible for these whirlwind trips than airline schedules.
I will neither confirm, nor deny this.
We have a bit of time to kill so.......hmmmm.
I have been known to be FORCED at hot-glue gunpoint to swing by a garage sale or two out while I'm out there.... forced I tell you. FORCED!
I asked permission to take some photos and the ladies even showed me the fridge full of desserts.
There are only three sounds: the dirt being dug, the soft voices of hymns being sung around us, and crying.
It is brutal and it is harsh. At the same time it is the ultimate, tender, touching, farewell gesture.
Funerals are always an emotionally draining time - where else do you shift between crying and laughing - but they are so important. Funerals can also be sweet family time, because as we age, we realize ALL our time is measured.
How about you? I'd love to hear how this compares to your family funerals.