Laughing Through My Tears

It took me a minute to be able to write this, but I finally can without the waterworks. Well, at least I think. Tragic thing is, as soon as I think Im ready I get another blow...earlier today my mothers sister passed away. It hasn't been no more than sixty days since my daddy has been gone. I even find myself still crying about that loss, and now this. Rest Peacefully Aunt Cora.

Another funeral. Another mourning, and prolly some more laughs. When my daddy passed away the comedy didn't stop, which is the reason of this post. I found myself at times laughing through my tears.

My sister number two and I had the duty of picking out my daddy's burial suit. The people at the funeral home wanted everything. I mean everything undershirt, underwear, and socks included. I still can't understand why all that is needed. Sister #2 thought it would be funny to get the silky boxers that we knew he hated. Daddy was really old school, for him nothing but Fruit of the Looms would do. We started playing scenarios of Daddy haunting her about those drawls. It got loonier and loonier as we kept coming up with facts and examples. I picked some boxer briefs that one of us daughters had bought him that he never even took out of the package.

We are going through his closet finding suit after suit, not really agreeing or disagreeing but wondering if it would fit him, until we both came to the realization of "does it really matter????" Sister #2 was even going to request taking some of him out just to make his pants fit. Silly I know.

Sister #1 was responsible of putting as much of the program together as she could. Mommah had made the request of having Marvin Sapp's song Never Would Have Made It be played during the family hour. Well, Sister #2 questioned if we ever heard the lyrics of the song, setting her position as "well, he (my daddy) didn't make it, oh and the i would have lost my mind...well, he (my daddy)had Alzheimer's." I conceded because the rationale was so funny.

Okay so you know during the funeral I'm all broke up in the grieving process. I really wasn't prepared to see my daddy lying in that casket. My church assigned me with my own personal "amour bearer" (for the lack of a better word) and she kept giving me bottles of water to help comfort me. Well, of course during the middle of the service I had to pee LAM!!!! I leaned into my sister #1 and tell her my situation. She's like, "Can't you hold it???" I said, "I have been." I felt like I was going to explode. My saving grace was when my mommah got up to leave the sanctuary, so I pretended like I was going to watch after her and headed straight to the potty. Lo and behold, she was on her way to the restroom too! I was running, trying not to slip in my stellar shoes that I had just purchase a couple of weeks before. Church people came after us making sure we were okay, it was a small clamour of chaos...I assured them I was fine, for that moment.

My daddy was a veteran and influenced my cousin to go into the military after college. She swears that it was the best thing for her to do, she's high ranking and settled all because of Daddy. The most sentimental part of the whole day was when she presented the United States flag to my mommah after his twenty-one gun salute. I kinda lost it then too. But what messed me up was that later that night she told me that she forgot to pack enough panties (she was rushing to get to Michigan) and since the day started out so early she couldn't get any new ones. I said, "you saluted my daddy going commando???? tha nerve!!" I laughed so hard I pooted.

So now I have to go through all of this again for my aunt. My family will surely provide me with some laughs for all to enjoy at a later time. Im tired now, if I have your number more than likely I will be calling more than Im blogging. I'll see you when Im looking at you...