How awesome is it that death brings the family together? I was going into the travel stop just now and an older couple was getting out of their car. The man, hard of hearing, got out of the passenger side. The wife. A little feeble but managed the obstacles of the curbs better than expected. She didn’t need her husbands direction. She knew where she was going. I asked them if they were traveling. It was apparent. The woman sitting in the back with the luggage stacked to her left. They have a lot of luggage. I asked them if they were coming home or going to a far off destination. He said they were going to a funeral. NOT THEIRS! He got jokes!
I followed them in. Trying not to bother them. Just watching.
We all went to the bathroom together. Except for Ms. I don’t know where she went. I let another man who had stopped to let them cross in front of him. I let him go. He smiled at me. I assessed him to be successful. He wore nice shorts and nice comfy jacket and boat shoes. He looks like he showered this morning. I look exactly the opposite. Ragged is how I look. That’s ok. I’m good despite my appearance.
The songs playing were on point. I don’t remember the song. Something by Janet Jackson or Paula Abdul. There’s a party in the bathroom. I had stopped here on my way to my morning destination several hours ago. It was Cindy Lauper playing. Guess the song. It was quite fun to sing Girls Just Want To Have Fun while doing my business. I tried to get some smiles in the store after I was done. No one was having it. Come on! Give me a smile people! I don’t care in the end.
Back to now. As we were washing our hands I said my condolences for their loss. They thank me. Actually the son thanked me. He was driving the older couple. Could have been anyone I guess. I say son. I didn’t get anything about them besides the funeral. I said I’m sorry for your loss. Then said “I like to think of them as spur of the moment family reunions. It’s not completely a happy time. But it’s a celebration.” I hope they are celebrating a great person. Doesn’t matter. Everyone is great in death. All things are forgotten.
Let’s not dwell on death but remember nothing else matters. We will all have our time of greatness. Doesn’t matter if it’s above or below ground. I hope it’s mostly above the ground. Be awesome above ground!!