I was in the neighbourhood of my flight school last weekend, so I stopped to shoot my favourite barn and take in a sunset at leisure instead of speeding by like I usually do. — Caledon, July 22
I’ve had a strange day, and I don’t know what to make of it, exactly. Work was rather fast-paced and I somehow managed to pull a neck muscle in the afternoon — by coughing?? After work I had meant to pick up the car from home and go to a visitation (funeral), but I was sidetracked by an overseas call from a long lost friend which probably could’ve gone on forever except for the time difference and the fact that I was going to miss the visitation altogether if I didn’t get off the phone.
With the phone call still bouncing around in my head, I tried to gather my thoughts while making my way to the funeral home.
Tonight marks my first time to attend a traditional funeral, i.e., not a memorial, and with a *gulp* open casket. Including David’s memorial, which was my first, this will be the fourth funeral/memorial (in 16 months). Tomorrow morning is the actual funeral ceremony (Catholic mass) and I will be working, so I wanted to pay my respects to the family this evening and be there for my colleague. The death was completely unexpected and I’m sure there are people still in shock.
