obsessions?
Have you ever noticed that some people are obsessed with their own funeral arrangements? Like they will be able to oversee it all, and make sure their wishes are actually followed?
I met the 'rents at the vascular doc today, for my Mom's post-op ultrasound of the subclavian arterial stent. All the stuff that is supposed to flow up is flowing up, the down is flowing down. Doc used other words, but that's what he meant.
While we were sitting in the waiting room, Dad felt the need to ask me if I was going to a wake. His brother's daughter's husband's mother died (my cousin's mother-in-law). She was a nice lady the 2 or 3 times I met her, but I didn't feel the need to go to the wake, and truly never even thought about going until he asked me.
That, of course, led to a discussion of all of the people he knew that had "the cancer" or other problems. I kind of pretended not to listen to much, adding a "WHAT?" every once in a while. From there, he talked about a friend who was having her husband's ashes interred.
Moving on, I made the mistake of asking what he wanted for his funeral rites. In 2010, he spent all of Christmas morning at our kitchen table, telling us where his arrangements with the funeral home were, and who to call if.
First off, he wants the ashes spread the same day as "the church thing". Outside the church, he wants a military "thing". I said (yes, I know! Smack myself in the head several times!), "What do you care? You'll be dead. What church, anyway?"
"Oh, you gotta do the church. That's what I want."
"We'll do whatever we can, but no military escort - you hung telephone lines in rural Massachusetts!!!"
"I was in the Army, that's all that counts. I'll tell Cindy to get it for me."
"And, we'll cancel that with Cindy. No freakin' way, Dad." Cindy is the funeral director, by the way. Next week, or next month, he'll have another idea about what to have for his funeral, that he won't be at.
The doc interrupted the conversation, as they went into the ultrasound room. Dad forgot all about that conversation after Mom had the procedure, and we went into the actual exam room. He, however, did not forget to tell the doc that I have a new nickname - the Warden. That topic will be up next.
I met the 'rents at the vascular doc today, for my Mom's post-op ultrasound of the subclavian arterial stent. All the stuff that is supposed to flow up is flowing up, the down is flowing down. Doc used other words, but that's what he meant.
While we were sitting in the waiting room, Dad felt the need to ask me if I was going to a wake. His brother's daughter's husband's mother died (my cousin's mother-in-law). She was a nice lady the 2 or 3 times I met her, but I didn't feel the need to go to the wake, and truly never even thought about going until he asked me.
That, of course, led to a discussion of all of the people he knew that had "the cancer" or other problems. I kind of pretended not to listen to much, adding a "WHAT?" every once in a while. From there, he talked about a friend who was having her husband's ashes interred.
Moving on, I made the mistake of asking what he wanted for his funeral rites. In 2010, he spent all of Christmas morning at our kitchen table, telling us where his arrangements with the funeral home were, and who to call if.
First off, he wants the ashes spread the same day as "the church thing". Outside the church, he wants a military "thing". I said (yes, I know! Smack myself in the head several times!), "What do you care? You'll be dead. What church, anyway?"
"Oh, you gotta do the church. That's what I want."
"We'll do whatever we can, but no military escort - you hung telephone lines in rural Massachusetts!!!"
"I was in the Army, that's all that counts. I'll tell Cindy to get it for me."
"And, we'll cancel that with Cindy. No freakin' way, Dad." Cindy is the funeral director, by the way. Next week, or next month, he'll have another idea about what to have for his funeral, that he won't be at.
The doc interrupted the conversation, as they went into the ultrasound room. Dad forgot all about that conversation after Mom had the procedure, and we went into the actual exam room. He, however, did not forget to tell the doc that I have a new nickname - the Warden. That topic will be up next.
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