Running with the big...and not so big dogs.
Obedience Win!
Belly rub face.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
"Funeral"
We were burying her ashes in Jimmy and Barbara's back yard. Aunt Barbara said she thought we should say the Lord's prayer. Steve and I knew better-Mom was a hardcore atheist. She'd given us a poem to read, if we wanted to read anything at all. My cousin Ronnie read it while my brother and I wept and buried her ashes underneath the rose bushes my aunt had picked up. Then Barbara suggested the Lord's prayer.
Like I said, we knew better. But we both decided to humor her.
We all linked hands and started reciting the prayer. At precisely the same moment we all took in a breathe to recite the next line, that breathe caught, and we all forgot the rest of the prayer. I don't know 'bout you, but if that wasn't mom saying, 'I'll be damned if you'll recite that crap at my funeral!', I don't know what was.
Like I said, we knew better. But we both decided to humor her.
We all linked hands and started reciting the prayer. At precisely the same moment we all took in a breathe to recite the next line, that breathe caught, and we all forgot the rest of the prayer. I don't know 'bout you, but if that wasn't mom saying, 'I'll be damned if you'll recite that crap at my funeral!', I don't know what was.
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