Tonight I attended a wake of  friend (Dianna Woodward), she was not necessarily a close friend, but she was a friend indeed. What affects me most about her death is that she was a very close friend to my dear friend Leanne, and though Dianna's death is sad to me, it saddens me more to know the pain Leanne is feeling right now.

 

Dianna had a fought a tough battle with Cancer, in one sense I am glad she is no longer suffering, but in the other sense she was a really neat person and I'm sure she will be missed by many! I was really hoping that she could pull thru the cancer and be one of the people that survive cancer, but I am sad that it took a huge turn for the worse. However I know Dianna is in a better place now, she has no cancer, she has no pain, she is with God and he needed her to come home. She is celebrating as we are mourning her loss.

 

 

 

 

 

We go to the Funeral tomorrow (Friday) at 11 am,  I have to work right after it or maybe leave during it (I work at 12:30) and also we have to think about getting Reese to school (Kindergarten at 12:15), so me and Reese will duck out early and Maurice and Malcolm will try to stick it out. I now wish I had a vacation day I could take, but as always life unfortunately always goes on and the reality is I have to go to work and Reese has to go to school. 

 

By the way, Yes we are taking the kids to the funeral, they also went with us tonight to the wake,  lets face it death is a reality, for me, for them, for everyone. I for one think it's important that the boys don't fear death, and by attending a funeral or two it helps them to ask questions and see what happens when someone we care about dies. They see that it affect people in different way, like at their Great Grandpa Pap's funeral their Uncle Forkstab (ok so he likes to be called that, his name is Chenault) was carried out sobbing because he was overcome with grief and then their Aunt Ro at the Cemetery had a small break down. The boys talked to me about that, I told them how it's OK to be sad, it's how we say good-bye. I think that it is good for them, they both were eager to view both Pap and now Dianna in their caskets. I know some people can not bear to look at people when they are dead and laying in the casket, I don't think it's something I enjoy but it is also not something I am fearful of. It's reality.

 

When I think of funerals I always think of when I was growing up and my next door neighbor kid (Jason) which lived with his single mom which lived with her parents, well the grandfather of Jason (which he lived with) traveled for business a lot and one time he traveled and passed away (heart attack or something) while he was gone. My neighbors refused to let Jason (age 5 - 10, I can't remember) go to the funeral, saying it would be too hard on him. Man that messed that kid up, he just thought his Grandfather left and never came back  Every since then I vowed I would never let that happen to my kids. I even talked to Maurice about it once saying if I die to make sure the kids attend the funeral, no matter how young they would be, and I'd do the same to him. Which he wittily said "No remember you are stuffing me and putting me in the back yard somewhere, they will see me every day, they don't have to say good-bye."

 

It's a reality that we all have to face, someone we know or us ourselves are going to die, and it's better to deal with is as it happens, so you can as they say "say good-bye" or make things final in our heads.