My apologies for not keeping up with this blog this week. With Mr. O’s uncle’s funeral and all the family drama that has gone along with it, I haven’t thought much about blog posts. I haven’t wanted to blog about the stuff going on or how I feel about it either. Last night was the “visitation.” I have hardly been to funerals. I remember my dad’s mother’s funeral when I was a kid. I remember there was an open casket, but I don’t remember looking at her. I suppose I was afraid of the body.

There was an open casket. I hadn’t gotten close enough to even see until the visitation was nearly over, and the family was standing up front. My first thought was that he didn’t look real. Waxy. Mr. O said even he didn’t recognize his uncle. I much prefer funerals without open caskets. My grandfather was adamant that he not have an open casket. He didn’t want anyone remembering him that way.