My friend is scattering her mother’s ashes today, so I am going to let the dogs out and make sure they get fed.
It’s making me think about not only my future, but also my family’s rituals around death. The memorial or the mass is not the important part to our family. At least not that I have seen. It’s the after-party. Yeah, I am not really sure what to cal it. It’s not a wake. A wake happens before the funeral. This is after the funeral.
We talk and eat and share stories about the deceased. I have learned more about my family at these events than practically any other way. They aren’t always new stories, but everyone tells them differently. And there were people I was related to that I only ever met in that space.
It’s also has made me reevaluate where I am and where I want to go. What do I want to do with my life for the next 40 years? Not what I am doing today as my day job, that is for sure.
EBay update: sold 7 dolls and a Kenner projector with slides.
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