buried on a sunny day

[opabinia]

skip=6 zillion. I'll catch up, eventually.

I might have an informal dinner interview tomorrow with two members of another company's ruling class. One of those people is the guy who proposed making a position for me. Waiting to hear back.

***

My late cousin was a truck driver. His friends drove the funeral procession in two Kenworths. At mid-day, under a hot, cloudless sky, the casket was carried into the cemetery. The truckers sounded the horns.

I wore a long-sleeved black button-down shirt. I shouldn't have been so formal: Most people were wisely dressed in lighter colors and shorter sleeves. Women and children huddled under umbrellas, or hugged the walls of crypts for their thin shadows. I frequently checked to see that I wasn't the only man seeking shade, for fear of appearing not weak, but disrespectful.

His mother is deeply saddened, but she remains strong-hearted.

***

Another aunt is going almost helplessly senile, but she refuses to move out of her house. She repeatedly forgot why we were visiting. In fact, she repeatedly forgot we were visiting at all, if we happened to fall out of sight for an hour or two. She prepares meals and forgets to eat them.

***

Dad and I came back Sunday night. Mom and her dog will stay for another couple of weeks.

Comments

[julishka.livejournal.com]

i'm sorry for your loss.