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On being a ‘selfish’ Mrs.

Yesterday was my two year wedding anniversary. The cotton anniversary. And work has been so busy that I was not able to buy my husband a gift. I gave him a card that I picked out weeks ago as I was strolling through the grocery store, but by the time I thought of a “cotton” gift that he would actually like I’d run out of time.


My husband, obviously, is extremely prepared. And extremely thoughtful. I didn’t cry when I walked into our bathroom to get ready in the morning and saw this…

Time. I either have all of it or none of it.

I made a remark about how I needed more time when my father-in-law, who works at the funeral home, commented that we all have the same amount of hours in a day. But why do my hours seem to always fly by?

Yesterday was another long day. I feel like I’ve had nothing but long days as far back as I can remember, although honestly, it’s probably just been a busy week or two. My husband had off of work to celebrate our anniversary, but our plans were scrambled since I had an early morning funeral. We spent time together in the afternoon until I got a death call and had to excuse myself again for a few hours. I ended up leaving work a little after five thirty in the afternoon, when I said enough was enough, things can wait until tomorrow. But I felt bad.

You see, last night our funeral home also had calling hours for a family that I had gotten close with over the past few days. I wanted to be able to be there with them, to close the casket since the next morning we would all be meeting directly at the cemetery.

But it was my two year wedding anniversary. So I was selfish and put myself first.

And it was more than okay for me to do that.

Every day I make sacrifices for my own family so I can serve someone else’s. And, truly, I love my job. But I will not wake up one day, only to look back on my life with regret for not spending the time I could with my loved ones.

We all have the same hours in a day, but those days are not promised to us.

Happy anniversary to my B. Thank you for sacrificing so much of your life so I can work in this field. You are honestly my best friend and love. And I promise you, that cotton wedding gift is coming.

Little “Mrs.” Funeral is back.

Wow. It’s really been a long time since I’ve been here. A few things have changed in my life recently that affected my ability to write on a regular basis. If you don’t follow Little Miss Funeral on Facebook, you don’t know that I married my high school sweetheart in June. So between wedding, honeymooning and moving, I’ve been a little busy. But now the wedding is over and I’m back to work.

And I came back to a busy funeral home.

I have to say, since I began working in a funeral home, the longest I’ve been away from the job had been seven days. But with the wedding, I had almost two full weeks off. It was kind of a scary feeling for me, going back to work this time. I had just come off such a high of happiness in my life, and had been away from the grieving for longer than I ever had in the past, that I second guessed my ability to help others. On my first day back, I had to meet with two families back to back (I was wishing for a quiet ‘paperwork’ kind of day). Going into my first arrangement of the day, I had butterflies in my stomach similar to when I first started out. What if I smiled too much because of my own happiness? What if I said the wrong thing? Do I even remember what kind of questions to ask the family? It was so funny, because after all of my reservations, when I sat down with them, it was like a switch went off in me; like I was never away.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that this was another great lesson for me. Funeral directing is not just a job that I’ve learned over the past few years, it’s in my blood. I was able to step right back into my role because this job isn’t like a hat that I can take off. It’s as a part of me as my arm is. It beats in my heart. And it feels really good to be back to doing what I love. It feels really good to be able to help others.