“No, dear. It’s the same old one that I’ve had for ten years, but thanks anyway. Are you comfortable?”
Yes. The pain is gone. Is this my suit? I don’t recognize it.
“No. You didn’t have any nice suits. The funeral home provided this one for you.”
That’s nice. So who all came?
“All our children and grandchildren are here. One of your brothers made it. My sister came.”
Are you going to be okay? What will you do?
“I’ll be all right. I think I’ve move to one of those senior living apartments. The house is too much for me now.”
That’s nice. You’ll enjoy that.
“Mom, what are you doing? Everyone is here and they’re ready to start the funeral. There’s a seat for you in the first pew.”
“Oh, hi dear. I’m just having one more chit chat with your father. Once they bury him I won’t be able to talk with him.”
“You can always talk with him, mom.”
“I mean face to face. I think that’s what I’ll miss the most – just seeing his face and chit chatting.”
“He always was a handsome man. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be okay if I can just get through this day. You go ahead. I’ll just be a minute.”
“Okay. We need to start.”
“I’d better go, dear. They want to start the funeral.”
Goodbye, hon. I’ll see you on the other side. Love you.
“Save me a place. I’ll be along shortly. Love you too, dear.”