Eccentric Flower:199806/the funeral was a mistake
From Eccentric Flower
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seventeen june ninety eight nine p m the funeral was a mistake The funeral was a mistake. I never should have been guilted into going. I don't like churches in the first place; they feel like someone else's holy ground (as I suppose they should) and make me feel like an intruder. I felt like the only person there who didn't know the deceased (as it turns out, there was at least one other). While the family was greeting everyone out in the foyer, I didn't want to sit, but I couldn't very well go out there and shake hands, so I stood at the back of the church, six-four and obviously unhappy. People were definitely giving me strange looks. Some were just trying to figure out who I was; others probably thought I was the angel of death. I sat on the front row, because the family member who asked me to come wanted me to sit next to her. I felt like an impostor. When the service was over, I did not go to the house afterward for food and conversation. What could I possibly say? She's probably unhappy with me now, but that's all right, I'm unhappy with her too. © columbine |
