The Trip to The Funeral

So the trip to the funeral actually went pretty well all things considering.  The trip down there began with us waking up at 6:30 in the morning, which is actually the normal time that I am used to getting up to prepare my husband for work.  He is really not a morning person in the slightest.  Which is probably why I was only able to get him up to start getting dressed ten minutes before we were supposed to leave at 7.

After the speedy dressing and bundling up, we were on our way.  A 45 minute drive down to my husband’s grandmother’s house (who I adore!), then the half hour wait for his sister to show up so that we would be able to follow her and successfully find this place, and then yet another hour and a half later and we had finally arrived.  It was an extremely boring trip as it was just me and my husband and we were both so sleepy at the time.  But, even though there really wasn’t much to do, the trip was rather nice and relaxing for me, just being able to spend some time with my husband with no interruptions.  It wasn’t quite as relaxing for my husband who had to keep up with his sister’s speed as we followed.  That was terrifying.  She drove nearly 90 mph.  Seriously.  I had never been in a car that fast before in my life.  Thank God that my husband is an excellent driver.

Then the funeral happened.  I won’t really go into detail about it as it was, you know, a funeral, but my husband did make me very proud.  He and his five cousins were paul bearers (Sorry if I didn’t spell that right I’ve never had to type that out before or read it anywhere) and they did great.  They were dressed nicely and each were calm and respectful (which is really saying something for our family).  The funeral itself was beautiful.  The casket was a pale blue, the preacher was in tears reminiscing, and there was a twenty-one gun salute, something that I had never seen before.  I am a bit ashamed to admit that I had to stifle a laugh when the guns rang and everyone woman there nearly jumped out of their skin.

The journey back to the church from the graveyard was different.  Unfortunately, we got lost.  My husband and I and three of his cousins got so completely lost.  It took us so much longer than anyone else to get back and we had to endure the dreaded call from my sister in law asking us what happened to us.  But we finally made it back after turning around twice.

We actually left without eating because my husband offered to get us sushi when we got back in our own town and there was no way that I could pass that up.  Sushi is my favorite food and he knows that.  The returning trip was so peaceful.  We were able to go our own pace and enjoy our time together. 

It took me a bit of time to get this all typed out because I really wasn’t sure how to describe all of it without going too into detail and making it sound too depressing.  I think I did alright.  My husband isn’t making it much easier either.  He is playing a computer game at the moment and it has begun to piss him off and so every few moments I can hear him cursing at the screen with everything he’s got.  So, if any of this sounds scattered I apologize.  And I blame my husband. 

I love my husband so much.

Be at peace and have a good night world.

B. McDaniel