December 9, 2015: Part of the family.
Today I received not so good news about a family member of mine. It’s not like it’s anything that we weren’t expecting. It’s just that we always thought we had more time.
That’s the thing, isn’t it? We never know when the clock is going to run out.
I hate being a funeral director during moments like this. Moments when my uncle calls me asking for advice. Moments when I have to step out of ‘being part of the family’ and into my role as a funeral director. It’s hard. It’s the holidays. I shouldn’t have to be doing this.
After the news (and after my arrangement and preneed conferences) I went out to eat with my husband, mom, dad, brother and sister-in-law. And I drank a few margaritas. Probably a few more than I should have. (Could you guys tell?) I don’t care, though. Sometimes you need to forget that you’re a funeral director. Sometimes you just need to be part of the family.