So my Grandpa died two days ago. And the Funeral is on Friday.
I have been feeling guilty because
a. I don’t feel very sad that my Grandpa is gone.
b. I don’t want to take work off on Friday to go the funeral and
c. I don’t have nice black pants anymore – so it will either be black sweatpants or black bathing suit bottoms. Or possibly something other than black… like grey. I do have a few nice dressy grey trouser pants. Is it acceptable to wear grey trouser pants to a funeral?
Grey seems a lot more sad to me anyhow. And I need to muster all the sad that I can. Black pants say – I am slimmer than you thought. Grey pants say – I have sacrificed my slimness for this funeral. So I think I will definitely go with the grey.
There is an internment (is that the right word?) of the body on Friday at 10 and then the ceremony at 130. So I will have to take the day off… I didn’t want to go to the first one but apparently it is very important to my dad. So I will of course do it.
Though there is a body viewing tonight and i draw the line there. I do not want to see my dead grandpa all make-up’d up.
Anyhow. As much as I am and will be complaining about the inconvenience of the timing, I am glad that I get a chance to go to the funeral. Because I think it will be some much needed closure.
So to sum up: (because I love lists)
a. I am going to a funeral on Friday
b. It is my Grandpa’s
c. I do not feel very sad – except for how it is affecting people I love like my Dad.
d. I will not go and view the body which I think is a creepy tradition. Right up there with taking pictures of the dead body. Very odd.
