Tues, 21 Feb 2006
My Dear Friends,
My friend Jennifer's funeral was yesterday. Her best friend from college eulogized her. She cleared up some stuff I had been wondering about.
Sounds like Jennifer did visit some important sites in the Holy Land while she was there. She went to the Church of the Nativity and the probable site of Jesus's tomb among other places. Her husband, father and her friend were at her side while she was in a coma and passed.
The funeral was hard. Lots of tears. I feel bad for her children. Not sure how old her son is, probably around seven years old, her daughter is only five years old and her baby daughter is 17 months. I suppose it's good the daughters won't remember all this.
This situation has shaken me to the core. I feel like I'm walking the plank. All the bad thoughts about dying that I had pushed out of my mind have returned. It's like my emotional state of mind has been set back by two years. Hopefully I can snap out of it.
You think of all the cliches...She's in a better place...She's not in pain anymore...but then you look at her kids and it still doesn't make sense.
At the funeral home on Sunday night, I spoke to an elderly lady employee about pre-need planning. We walked into the office to get a business card. The stereotypical undertaker (tall, black suit, glasses, graying hair) stood up from his desk and followed us down the hall as she walked me out. He was very close behind me, as if waiting to catch me if I croaked right there.
I was THIS close to turning around and saying,"Knock it off! You're creeping me out!"
I probably won't call them.
Love,
Jeanette
My friend Jennifer's funeral was yesterday. Her best friend from college eulogized her. She cleared up some stuff I had been wondering about.
Sounds like Jennifer did visit some important sites in the Holy Land while she was there. She went to the Church of the Nativity and the probable site of Jesus's tomb among other places. Her husband, father and her friend were at her side while she was in a coma and passed.
The funeral was hard. Lots of tears. I feel bad for her children. Not sure how old her son is, probably around seven years old, her daughter is only five years old and her baby daughter is 17 months. I suppose it's good the daughters won't remember all this.
This situation has shaken me to the core. I feel like I'm walking the plank. All the bad thoughts about dying that I had pushed out of my mind have returned. It's like my emotional state of mind has been set back by two years. Hopefully I can snap out of it.
You think of all the cliches...She's in a better place...She's not in pain anymore...but then you look at her kids and it still doesn't make sense.
At the funeral home on Sunday night, I spoke to an elderly lady employee about pre-need planning. We walked into the office to get a business card. The stereotypical undertaker (tall, black suit, glasses, graying hair) stood up from his desk and followed us down the hall as she walked me out. He was very close behind me, as if waiting to catch me if I croaked right there.
I was THIS close to turning around and saying,"Knock it off! You're creeping me out!"
I probably won't call them.
Love,
Jeanette
posted by Mark Kappe @ 4:07 AM
1 Comments:
At 7:29 AM,
Marcy said…
Jeanette - please remember, too, that you are not Jennifer. Your body responds differently to treatment than another might. I don't know what the future holds for you, but don't give up just because treatment failed to work for someone else!
Stay strong. Marcy
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