Today I buried my grandmother. We had a funeral for her. Pastor Lyndon and Pastor Pinkston were both there, and my dad spoke about his mom as well. Mrs. Haacke had a few words to say, but she got Pastor Pinkston to say it for her. It was a pretty nice service, and quite a few people showed up, including Mr. G along with the Parenting class (Gr. 10-12). I found that a little awkward considering none of the kids nor Mr. G knew my grandma. They only know the family, but I suppose that’s a good enough reason to come. I just don’t really like my friends coming to my grandma’s funeral. It makes it seem like they’re spectators at a baseball game or something.
Anyways, the pallbearers moved the casket out to the hearse and then we got into the two black Chrysler 300-series cars – they were pretty nice. They weren’t limousines, but they were still pretty stylish. We went out to the cemetery and the pallbearers took the casket out of the hearse and set it down on those little straps that hold the casket above the hole in the ground. The pastor said a few words, and then the family got to each place a flower on top of the casket before we left and went to the reception back at the funeral home.
Overall, it was quite nice. The reception wasn’t huge, but they had some sandwiches and some other desserts along with punch…Continue Reading
Alright, I realize the last few posts have basically been about death and dying, but it’s been on my mind for the past few days since everything has been about preparing for the funeral and such. Visitation was tonight. It went pretty well, I suppose. Of course, it was pretty boring, but I expected that. Jordan and I just sat on the couch there and talked to anyone who came over to us. Not many did, but oh well. The visitation was from 7-9, two hours, and I’d say about 30 people came. There was also the visitation earlier this afternoon that I didn’t go to.
I saw a few people I knew, a few people I had met once or twice, a few people from our old church and Grandma’s old church, Evangel, and a few people I hadn’t seen in years. There was one person that was the son of Grandma’s hairstylist. I’m not quite sure why he was there, but he seemed to talk to just about everyone, including Jordan and myself. I also met the Parkinsons, whom I haven’t seen in who knows how long. They go to Evangel, so I haven’t seen them in likely about 10 years.
All in all, visitation was pretty good. People just met up and chatted about old times, catching up for all those years they missed between funerals. It’s pretty sad when you only see each other at funerals. Is that the only time adults get together or something?…Continue Reading
Yay! This has to be one of my favourite days of school – a snow day. I woke up and had breakfast, then went and had a shower. Once I got out and was heading back to my room, I heard the phone ring and I just shook my head. After all, the phone has been ringing constantly the past few days. Then I thought, “Wait, who would call at like 7:15 in the morning? Hey, maybe it’s Mr. G calling to cancel school!” I definitely liked that thought, and I liked it even better when I found out I was right.
On the one hand, this makes things much better. Bethany and Jordan were supposed to come home with me on the bus after school, which would have been hard since we were supposed to have Gym today and we would be over at Bethel. I wouldn’t want to take the bus from there since the North Park kids crowd the bus and everything. But if we went back to the school, we’d have to wait for the next bus since the 3:05 bus would have already gone by. At any rate, having a snow day definitely clears up that problem.
On the other hand, having a snow day doesn’t really make everything better. This is the day for visitation at the funeral home. I’m not sure if I’ll have to go to both now that I’m home here. I don’t really want to go to both since visitation…Continue Reading
This has been a strange day. I feel sometimes as if I’m forcing myself to be sad about my grandmother’s death. After all, I haven’t seen her in a few years, and only sometimes is the topic brought up. It’s a strange feeling, because I know I’m supposed to be sad, but really the sadness already passed a long time ago, seeing her in a state of confusion. Everyone knew that this point was coming, and I really haven’t seen a lot of tears shed. It’s mostly been a lot of planning for the funeral and such – of course, the Hughes family is like that already, planning out everything, but I’m talking about it being abnormally so. Everyone seems to be resigned to the facts and, while sad, more concerned with handling this last stage of my grandma’s life.
They’ve really been handling her life for a while now. At first, my aunts were working to get all the legal stuff set up to become my grandma’s powers of attorney and handle her estate and such. Once they got her into the nursing home (after she fell and was hospitalized – a blessing really, because it made transitioning her into the nursing home so much easier), they sold off the house and divided most of the stuff that was inside between the four children, leaving some for their mother for in her room, of course. It’s always been a methodical process since. I mean, they’ve visited her and such,…Continue Reading