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Today was the Memorial Service for my brother-in-law (actually my ex's brother). He died on the 4th from bladder cancer.
It's amazing whenever I get with the ex's family. He's 1 of 12, well actually 9 now. There are so many that it takes forever just saying hello.
The service was very nice, in a small church his family has gone to, in fits and starts, for years and years. It's old and tiny, holding only about 200 people at the most. The family alone almost filled it up.
R was a long time drug user that seemed to get his life together in just the past 2 years. When the Reverend asked for people to come up and share their memories of R, it ended up resulting in a lot of joy and laughter. Not all of it totally appropriate for a church setting. Still we laughed while wiping away tears and it seemed pretty appropriate for his farewell.
What did surprise me was how many men got up and told their tales. I guess I'm just used to women being the vocal ones but not when it came to R's friends.
Like everyone that attends a funeral, we all wondered why we waited until something tragic happens to make us all gather together.
Afterwards I ate until I thought I'd done myself damage and then Bratley, Poochy and I started the longlonglong goodbye process.
It's amazing whenever I get with the ex's family. He's 1 of 12, well actually 9 now. There are so many that it takes forever just saying hello.
The service was very nice, in a small church his family has gone to, in fits and starts, for years and years. It's old and tiny, holding only about 200 people at the most. The family alone almost filled it up.
R was a long time drug user that seemed to get his life together in just the past 2 years. When the Reverend asked for people to come up and share their memories of R, it ended up resulting in a lot of joy and laughter. Not all of it totally appropriate for a church setting. Still we laughed while wiping away tears and it seemed pretty appropriate for his farewell.
What did surprise me was how many men got up and told their tales. I guess I'm just used to women being the vocal ones but not when it came to R's friends.
Like everyone that attends a funeral, we all wondered why we waited until something tragic happens to make us all gather together.
Afterwards I ate until I thought I'd done myself damage and then Bratley, Poochy and I started the longlonglong goodbye process.
