She did it again! We weren’t in the car two minutes when Poco asked me about what songs to sing at my funeral. I gripped the wheel, bit my tongue, then said, “How about, ‘Over the Rainbow?'” I know I’ve written about this before but this just happened. Again.
I don’t know what there is about me, other than I’m old or must drive strange, that prompts my Grands to want to talk about my funeral when we get in the car. Maybe it’s their folks that worry about me behind closed doors. Sometimes, to my face. Well, at least we’re on talking terms. No small fete in times like these when walls get built within families and beyond.
Actually, I’m grateful we talk about life and death issues, like it’s normal. It is. Life and death. Well, some days it’s easier to talk about aging than others. Just like it’s hard for kids to get a grip on all that’s happening to them as they’re growing and changing. We need each other.
Poco and I talked about other ideas, too. Then, we sang, “Over the Rainbow,” and “What a Wonderful World,” as we headed towards Liberty Tree Mall. I love those songs. Hymns, too. But we didn’t sing one. I know them by heart. Poco wanted to borrow my phone to hunt the lyrics.
However, we belted out, Jesus Loves Me, though she balks at “I am weak, but he is strong.” She wondered if we should add songs like, “How much is that doggy in the window?”(She loves dogs) and “I Love you a bushel and a peck.” Choice moments.
While we drove along, Precious Poco offered to write something to play on her cello. Then hummed a few bars to give me an idea of where she was headed. It varied between joyful and mournful. I chose joyful. Told her there’s enough crying going on.
Because there is. And besides our main mission was to shop for something new to wear for her first day of 6th grade. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why she zeroed in on death. Middle School’s tough for most kids. Add social media and tensions rise. She’s eleven.
Well, soon we pulled into Kohl’s parking lot. Poco’s decisive. So it didn’t take long before we found an outfit plus more. Afterwards, we lunched like ladies at Nordstrom, then to Target for locker shelves. I love being a grandmother.
I also love being part of a family that enjoys few things more than being together. For sure, my Grands put the fun in FUNeral. Reminds me of a book I found at a used book store, Being Dead is No Excuse. It’s “The official Southern ladies guide to hosting the perfect funeral.” I keep it on my coffee table for unsuspecting guests to peruse. It includes recipes. Some of which might speed the process along. No kale or fat free suggestions included.
What a wonderful world!
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