My first real job was at a pub in a small village. The landlady there was nice to me and they took me in like part of their family. I even went on ski holidays with them. We had lots of in-jokes and things were great but I moved away 10 years ago and now I heard she has died.
So I have a funeral to go to on Monday and I’ve been anxious about it all week. I’ve washed and have clothes ready and tidied up my beard and eyebrows and I’m sober and took some antihistamine to help me sleep, and I have some snacks and hat and umbrella ready.
Thanks, I just got back. There were 200 people there which is too many for me to feel comfortable so i decided to come home after the service.
The service was very sweet and showed how she was loved and respected through her life with the different nicknames she earned, such as “mother” and “treat nanny”. People said that she was generous and welcoming. I felt sorry for her husband who was very upset. I was afraid to talk to him though, since I am not great at comforting bereavements.
I wonder what my service would be like and what people might say about me. Perhaps they would say that i was honest and creative.