Yes, that’s me - slap happy. Therefore, I am going to amuse myself here by posting something that is probably disrespectful and possibly blasphemous to some people. It’s either sit here & do this or go do laundry or sweep up dog hair or figure out what to make for dinner but I really don’t feel like doing any of those things so you’re stuck with me.
Today I was out with my father & brother, taking care of stuff. One thing on our list was to get a cemetery plot. I was considering asking the cemetery guy if they were having a Christmas sale or something. “Do you have a 2 for 1 deal?” Hey, eventually I’m gonna need one, too.
I gotta tell ya, this was one of the more bizarre things I’ve been involved it. There we are in an SUV with 2 cemetery guys, driving around. “Over here we have this section blah blah blah…” It was like we were looking a pieces of real estate property or something.
At one point I interrupted to point to a big statue of Jesus with children. “That’s where my babies are,” I told Paul & my father.
“Yes, that’s where they bury the babies,” Cemetery Guy says.
I made sure to point out that not only did I know that (isn’t that what I just said?), but that my 2 boys are there.
So there we are driving around, seeing the new section, hearing prices. It seems some people are particular where they’re buried. They want to be by a tree or a statue or whatever. Personally I doubt you care much about where they stick you, once you’re dead but that’s just me. It was just plain weird.
In any case, things here in NY are taken care of. We have no idea when anything will be because they have to get him up here from Florida. We’re thinking probably next Wed./Thurs.
December 20th, 2007 at 5:33 pm Quote
Burial plots? It IS a real estate transaction, for sure.
December 20th, 2007 at 5:39 pm Quote
That was NOT blasphemous. I’m so sorry for your loss. I can’t even begin to imagine what your family is going through right now. Know that you’re in my thoughts.
December 20th, 2007 at 7:38 pm Quote
Your babies! O.M.G. that one caused my heart to ache.
Great big hugs to you -and remember I’m here if you need anything.
I will continue to keep you & your family in my prayers.
December 20th, 2007 at 9:36 pm Quote
I’m sorry all this has happened. To hear you talk about your boys breaks my heart. Rest up for the next few days…you need a break.
December 20th, 2007 at 9:37 pm Quote
Oooh, that means I’ll be making cracks about funeral homes & cemeteries for weeks now!
When we were at one of our stops today, someone said something about 2 or 3 can fit in a grave plot. I said, “Unless they’re cremated. Then you can stick a whole bunch of families all in the same spot!”
December 20th, 2007 at 10:21 pm Quote
I didn’t toss in that part about my boys with any sadness. I thought it was kinda funny in a sick way that I jumped in with that comment & pointed at the statue in the middle of looking at plots. Which is not to say I don’t feel sad at times about it but right now, I’m not feeling much of anything.
Quick version of what happened for those who got totally blindsided by that - 2 miscarriages, both at 16 weeks. 1 was Feb. & the other Nov. of 1992.
December 20th, 2007 at 10:48 pm Quote
Good grief (no pun intended) -haha -that was even funnier than i thought! “Good” Grief…get it? Okay, maybe I’m a bit slap happy too.
I would have been bawling my eyes out. But then they don’t call me Betsy Wetsy for nothin’! (And no, that doesn’t mean I wet my pants.)
~Dolores
December 21st, 2007 at 12:49 am Quote
Thining about you.
December 21st, 2007 at 12:52 am Quote
Oops, I meant thinKing about you. But trust me, if by thinking about you I could get incredibly thin, I’d do it 24/7. Ok, I’m slap happy now too.
Anyway, truly, my thought are with you.
December 21st, 2007 at 9:52 am Quote
I may as well chime in with my slap happy-ness, too. Because I couldn’t help but wonder if you’ve gone through the fun of picking out the casket yet. When Bill’s Mother died the day before his birthday, that meant we were making arrangements ON his birthday and BECAUSE it was his birthday, he got to pick the casket. OY! And right alog with Lanny, I’ll be thinning about you, too. And I also know this–usually when someone says they’re feeling nothing, there really is a whole lot of something. So, because I really like to channel you, I’ll take over for the next few days so you can get through doing what you need to do. I am sad about your baby boys; for you and Frank, and for the babies, too. I just am. Okay, so a little slap-happy and, apparently, a little morose, too.
Always here for ya.
December 21st, 2007 at 9:54 am Quote
Oh, for crying out loud–right **ALOG** with Lanny???? How about if I thin about you right **ALONG** with Lanny instead. SLAP.HAPPY.NESS.ABOUNDS.
December 21st, 2007 at 12:08 pm Quote
When I was 11, my grandmother died. My mother was devastated. My mother, uncle, 2 cousins, and I all went to the cemetery to get a place to put Grandma. Instead of a cemetery plot, it was going to be a niche for her ashes in the crematorium.
We were greeted by this little troll of a man straight out of a horror movie. He was about as tall as I was. The first floor of the columbarium (impressed?) was fully occupied so we had to go look at spots on the second floor. So we all get into the creepiest elevator in the history of the world. Big enough to hold a casket, it moved about 1/1000 of a mile per hour.
As we ascended majestically, Creepy Little Man looks up at my 6′4″ uncle and says, in a perfect Translyvanian voice, “Ve haff laaarge neeeches aaaand ve haff smaaaaallll neeeeches.”
My cousins and I LOST IT.
December 21st, 2007 at 12:57 pm Quote
Hey, Monklet, I use humor as a cover up and I’m glad to see you do it, too, and you do it so well. I came here because I want you to know I’m thinking of you
but didn’t want bother you in email. However…I might send email because we Kids From Brooklyn (including you) do want we want. But right now all I want to do is send love again, today and every day. Larry send love, too. Gloria
January 1st, 2008 at 12:42 pm Quote
Monk, I agree with Gloria, the first sentence was just what came to mind. You are in my thoughts, what a year it’s been! I know what you mean about slap-happy, that old familiar tired hysteria.
