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G'bye Bob! 
28th-Mar-2006 04:24 pm
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I decided not to go back to work after Bob's memorial and reception. Just didn't feel like it. I was surprised how emotional and nostalgic I felt (while still retaining my characteristic humor). I felt I needed to speak, so I did, and only one other person did (a cousin who related taking a trip south with Bob).

Twenty plus years ago Bob was my mixed doubles partner and my tennis bud. It's hard to believe he was in his 60s at the time! We had some great tennis matches, and Mitch had the pastor mention that in his oration. I talked about how we usually won our matches, as well as talking about all the family barbeques we had there, and how Bob and Audrey became like second parents to us after Dad and then Mom died.

I said now there was no one left to refer to us as "the kids" or "the girls," so I guess we're officially grown up now!

Man, I hate funerals or memorials where the one officiating can't get the name right! Bob was "Bob" to most of us, not "George" as he was christened. That pastor was so bad I felt sorry for the guy.

Good on Mitch that he played the organ for the memorial! That was absolutely perfect.

Anyway, I suppose there will be a fight over the house now between the two brothers, and that's sad. I'm so glad Sue, Charlie and I were always in accord about Mom and Dad, their care and the disposal of their things (at least as close as it ever comes, I think).

So, we'll messenger the grant application tomorrow, and it will definitely be cutting it close. But I guess that's my middle name and I've certainly had success with it so far, so why not? Considering everything, we'll probably get the money!

ETA: Now I feel horrible for dissing the pastor, since he's recovering from a terrible car accident. I hate myself at times like this!
Comments 
29th-Mar-2006 01:20 am (UTC)
I usually end up speaking at servies, too. *hugs*

I'm so glad Sue, Charlie and I were always in accord about Mom and Dad, their care and the disposal of their things (at least as close as it ever comes, I think).

Harriet and I were like that, too. We had such a wonderful approach to mom's stuff. It was "yours", "mine", and "ohmyGOD why did she save that???"

LOL!!!
29th-Mar-2006 06:00 am (UTC)
"ohmyGOD why did she save that???"

I hear that!

Thank God for all the stuff my mom saved, though. It's wonderful what things were precious to her, and a lot of it is stuff we once thought we didn't care about that have now become treasures. Charlie remembers tons of it and is the one who can identify 'this belonged to so-and-so' and follow the chain of family history. I'm more oblivious to all of it, but I definitely appreciate it.

I love your icon! Is that your mom?
29th-Mar-2006 08:08 pm (UTC)
Thanks! My icon is my older sister, Harriet. She was 14 years older than me and died when she was 54 and I was 40. The picture was one of her senior pics from high school, she graduated in 1958. :) I miss her terribly, as we grew older we became much closer.
29th-Mar-2006 02:46 pm (UTC)
It can get so uncomfortable when a pastor says wrong names, it puts a cloud on your thoughts, I hate it too.

I'm sorry for your loss, dear!

About the "grown up" thing. I think you're only grown up if you want to be so keep on going =^___^=
But I do hate it that now, I can say something like "well, twenty years ago..."

AARRGGHH!!!
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