(Anna Smithson is 28 and her mother died of cancer. Her boyfriend left her behind for someone else. She is an accountant and now lives alone.)
“I have my
mother’s clothing,” Anna told the funeral home director. “And I have some things to place in the
coffin – a picture of my mother and father and a special prayer she
loved.” The director thanked her and
then had her go to the room with him where the coffins were displayed. She chose a wooden one with an ivory
interior; the wood grain gave it more character, she thought.
At 28, Anna
had never needed to prepare for a funeral before. When her father died, her mother had done
everything so effortlessly, as though she had prepared for it all her
life. Her mother had channeled the grief
into action and made it through the calling hours and the Mass before she
finally broke down at home and stayed in bed for a week.
Anna’s job as an accountant was a stressful one and she knew although they had told her she could take as much time as she needed, that she would have maybe that one week to get her head together before returning. Otherwise, by the time she got back the workload would be so backed up that any rest she got would be quickly erased.
“Your mother
always worried about you, dear,” one kind woman told Anna. “She loved you so much and prayed for you all
the time.”
"We are really going to miss your mother and especially her sense of humor," another said.
A part of Anna was thankful for their comments; a part of her was not. After she moved in with Jeremy and she knew her mother wasn't happy about it, she didn't spend as much time with her as she might have. The sense of humor comment really bothered her, because she realized that she hadn't seen that much of that side of her mother in a long, long time. She also realized that she had been a source of her mother's concern to a degree she hadn't considered.
Jeremy who
knew her mother quite well didn’t come.
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