March 05, 2004

Out of Town

Today we travel down to the West to do the funeral service and burial for Grandma on Saturday. Last Wednesday, we had a memorial service in Kingston which went well. Lovely singing by Carole Reid.

I have to honestly say that I am not looking forward to the burial part, as I hate to see the men slap the concrete mix on top of the coffin. I shall have to carry many tissues with me.

C'est la vie, c'est la mort.

Posted by yamfoot at March 5, 2004 09:33 AM
Comments

Yay! She's back!

Posted by: mad bull at March 5, 2004 10:43 PM

Michelle, the concrete part is hard to watch...if it really is that difficult for you why not leave the graveside before they start? It is hard enough to watch the coffin going down into the hole.

Never easy at all. I know how it feels. Time.....

Posted by: Dr. D. at March 7, 2004 10:12 PM

Hi Michelle....this comment is really for the last post you did on the "Concrete Jungle called Kingston". For some strange reason I could not get that comment box to open properly??

I know what you mean about rural vs. urban dwelling. If I could, I'd pack up and head for Portland tomorrow.....practice Dermatology in shorts while at Frenchman's Cove....enuff skin to see there! :-) But, alas.....

You are sounding very philosophical. I was that way (and still am) after my Mother passed away in 2000. I have been doing some thinking about death and dying myself (as morbid as it may seem to us). Probably I should convert the thoughts to words in a post soon. Walk good.

Posted by: Dr. D. at March 8, 2004 05:08 PM

ah....Portland. My favourite parish.

I think deeply. But death brings it out more I guess.

let me go check and see if I have comments turned off in that post. Anything is possible.

Posted by: Michelle at March 9, 2004 01:36 AM