Wow. It’s been a while.
That’s what happens when you’re busy living your life and burying the dead. This streak has actually been the longest I have gone since I began blogging in which haven’t written anything. I’ve tried to, now and then, but I always sat with my fingertips on the keyboard, uninspired. And who wants that?
The funeral home has seen some of it’s busiest times, these last two months. And the odd part is that it has not slowed down in the least. It’s wearing me thin. I’ll go all day without eating a meal only to realize my stomach is growling on my way home at night. I come home and kiss my husband only to shower and go to bed. Work. Shower. Sleep. Work. Shower. Sleep.
Is it worth it?
No matter how tired I am, and no matter how badly I want the phone to stop ringing (just for one minute, please), I love this job. My husband has a coworker who just lost her mother. I did not realize the connection until I saw her walk into the funeral home. To be able to guide her family through this process and assure them that I am taking care of their loved one is an experience that I would not trade for the world. I want to be the person you lean on. I want to be the person you trust.
This job allows me to be that person. It’s all worth it.
Now goodnight, everyone. It’s time for me to get some rest.