...A ****** funeral broke out.
My twin ****** and I decided to pay a visit (NOT our respects) to our ******'s grave, since I haven't been since his funeral in 1995 and my ****** hasn't been there in two or so years.
We got there, and were wandering around a bit, since she couldn't remember exactly where the bastard man is buried. After a few minutes, a ****** showed up. OK, no biggie; it IS a public cemetery. After more wandering, we noticed that the ****** was staring at us. We ignored them, and continued on with our search.
After a while my ****** called Mommy and told her that we couldn't find the bastard's grave, the ****** approached us...
"Liz? Becky?" "Yes?" "I am sooooooooooo glad you could make it here!" We didn't immediately recognize the lady, and yet she knows us. It was our oldest ******, whom we haven't seen since 1995. "Did you see the obituary?" At this point, we both thought she was talking about the old man, and thought she had totally lost it. I guess some of our confusion showed, because she looked horrified and said, "You don't know, do you?" "Know what?" "Dave died last Monday. His funeral is at 1 o'clock."
Yes, friends, my ****** and myself accidentally crashed our own *******'s funeral.
Obviously, we had lost touch with that side of the ******. After the old man's funeral, our oldest ****** and her two brothers (they were Chuck's **** from his first marriage) didn't seem interested in keeping in touch with us. We invited them all to our high school graduation, but they never replied, so we decided that if they didn't want us in their lives, then we didn't want them.
It was indescribably awkward. We haven't seen or heard from these people in over 12 years, and we unintentionally ended up at a ****** funeral.
We were actually planning on also visiting our grandfather's grave in another town the same day, but (luckily?) we had to head home instead. We talked it over, and decided it was probably a good thing...who knows what would have happened there.
My twin ****** and I decided to pay a visit (NOT our respects) to our ******'s grave, since I haven't been since his funeral in 1995 and my ****** hasn't been there in two or so years.
We got there, and were wandering around a bit, since she couldn't remember exactly where the bastard man is buried. After a few minutes, a ****** showed up. OK, no biggie; it IS a public cemetery. After more wandering, we noticed that the ****** was staring at us. We ignored them, and continued on with our search.
After a while my ****** called Mommy and told her that we couldn't find the bastard's grave, the ****** approached us...
"Liz? Becky?" "Yes?" "I am sooooooooooo glad you could make it here!" We didn't immediately recognize the lady, and yet she knows us. It was our oldest ******, whom we haven't seen since 1995. "Did you see the obituary?" At this point, we both thought she was talking about the old man, and thought she had totally lost it. I guess some of our confusion showed, because she looked horrified and said, "You don't know, do you?" "Know what?" "Dave died last Monday. His funeral is at 1 o'clock."
Yes, friends, my ****** and myself accidentally crashed our own *******'s funeral.
Obviously, we had lost touch with that side of the ******. After the old man's funeral, our oldest ****** and her two brothers (they were Chuck's **** from his first marriage) didn't seem interested in keeping in touch with us. We invited them all to our high school graduation, but they never replied, so we decided that if they didn't want us in their lives, then we didn't want them.
It was indescribably awkward. We haven't seen or heard from these people in over 12 years, and we unintentionally ended up at a ****** funeral.
We were actually planning on also visiting our grandfather's grave in another town the same day, but (luckily?) we had to head home instead. We talked it over, and decided it was probably a good thing...who knows what would have happened there.
