Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Laid To Rest,…..Finally


My sister died on September 6; we just buried her ashes today. It’s all been such a hurry up and wait affair. I’m not impressed by the mortuary OR the local Catholic priest. I wasn’t even originally told when her graveside would be and I’m the one who had her ashes!

It was a cold grey day…some might say fitting for the task. As my Catholic cousin and I waited in the truck for the others to show up, two elderly men arrived, walked slowly around the old boarded-up church building a few times and then left. I suspect they attended there when they were youngsters.

Soon after, my stepson, my cousin, a half dozen members of the Catholic church and the priest met in the little half-acre cemetery beside the abandoned Methodist church where my sister and I were raised. I noticed that Catholic services have one thing in common with Protestant ones - long windedness. Trees that were were short, when I was a kid, towered around the cemetery, blocking the view of the surrounding hills that I remembered.

I told them that it’s funny the things a person remembers from their childhood. Though long out of fashion by that time, many of the old ladies back then continued to wear their huge old hats, though pillboxes were the style by then. It was hard for a little fellow like me to peer between them and see the choir or the preacher. It was easier to see the latter when he hopped up on the prayer rail and paced back and forth on it’s four-inch width as he preached.

After we left the cemetery, my cousin and I had lunch at Bob Evans, then went to the place I’d bought my own headstone several years ago and bought one for my sister. They charged $742 to set a 10” by 20” stone, which they won’t get done for six months.

I then went to the pawn shop to see if they could order a pistol I wanted, but their suppliers didn’t carry it. After taking my cousin home, I got the pooch some KFC chicken and came home. Copyright 10/27/2021



Henny Penny said...

Sorry you lost your sister. That was a sad day. I enjoyed reading the story though, and your memories of being in the church and the lady's hats...and the preacher preaching from the rail. That must have been hard to do. I've never eaten at Bob Evans. My granddaughter is in college in Morgantown and my daughter and family like the Bob Evans there.

Gorges Smythe said...

Thanks, HP. Bob Evans is usually pretty good. I liked their pot roast today.

Vicki said...

I'm sorry, Gorges...It is never easy.

Gorges Smythe said...

Thanks, Vicki.

Scott said...

I'm sad you are having to go through this, losing your sister AND you beloved wife in such a short time.

Please forgive me if I sound trite, but as they both followed Christ's teachings, and believed what was taught, do you think they'd wanna be here, rather than in the presence of our Holy God?

I YEARN for the day God calls me home.

Watching what is happening in this world, I can see the prophecy coming to pass. I ubderstand that these things must happen, but I am heartbroken to see it.

Please know that I LOVE you in Christ, and pray for you, but even more, I look to the heavens, yearning to see our loved ones that have preceded us.

Norene said...

You've been through so much lately...praying for you. Still more hard stuff ahead, it appears. Glad you've still got the Mighty Dachshund.

Mamahen said...

I am so sorry for all the changes in your life that have hit so suddenly. Prayers my friend!

Gorges Smythe said...

Folks, I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm whining; I didn't mean that at all, it just is what it is, but thanks for all your concern.

Lady Locust said...

You're doing an honorable thing G. You've got a good heart and are here for a good reason. You've been through the wringer. Take a deep breath and scratch a long short dog.

Gorges Smythe said...

Thanks, LL.