This isn't the first funeral Ive gone to but the other funerals allow you to prepare. When my grandparents died on my mom's side, I was much younger and very selfish with my emotions. While i felt sadness their inevitable deterioration allowed me to detach a bit and prepare myself.
When my Granpa Irving died much more recently while prepared it hurt quite a bit and I still miss him and his cantankerous ways. Ill never forget our political conversations. The last few weeks hurt but I was able to feel the hurt which was probably a good thing. I think that that is what youre supposed to feel. That year his favorite baseball team made it really far into the World Series and I just imagined him out there on the field, a ghost, blowing the ball to and fro to try and effect that base hit for the Tigers.
Today's funeral was out of the blue. While I wasn't the closest person to Eason he was still a part of what I know as my 7 Bridges gang and it was truly expected that he would be there whenever a there happened. He was light, bubbly, and at the remembrance service today someone mentioned him saying, "That's messed up." and I could literally see him saying it. I didnt expect to cry. Like I said, Eason and I weren't the best friends of the gang but we certainly were friends and could easily hang out comfortably with one another and share in the same stories and not miss a beat. I was all tears at the funeral.
Misty, his wife, now widow is a very strong person. She has handled this situation with grace and thankfulness that I might have a hard time finding in such trying times. Seeing her at the service speaking has me tearing up while typing right now. She was amazing and her and those that spoke truly show courage in the face of adversity. I'm not sure that as a kid I was capable of feeling it, as a young adult I was prepared, as an adult I felt it but was able to see quality time for the quality it was, but now it just stinks.
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