It was odd going to Robert's funeral, his daughter was my best friend through school since the third grade. We lost touch in later years, her mother died from cancer, I was trying to survive being married to Michael.
Her youngest sister told me that their dad had died and the funeral was at 11 AM on a Friday. I told Andy I thought I should go, I never told anyone I was going, its a small town and I just wanted to slip in and leave un-noticed... Good Plan in theory anyway.
Dianna the friend I had known since I was 9 years old, saw me from a distance, and she came running down the hill from the graveside, and started talking rapidly to me, I didn't understand what she was saying, nor did I recognize her. She had always been skinny, but food had been good to her in later years. she said, she was in a state of shock, she had thought she had seen a ghost, she thought Jean had come back from the grave to say goodbye to her Dad.
She was visibly shaken, I forget sometimes that I look "that" much like her, as I didn't think I looked like her when I was younger.
I had my hair pinned up in front and long down the back, dyed a subtle blondish shade, I was wearing a bright suit jacket and black slacks, and I thought, she probably would have worn the ensemble as well SIGH... I have turned into my mother.
The hardest part for me at the funeral was I had known most of the people thirty years ago when they were young, and it was like a time warp, I suddenly in the future with all these old people that I had only known when they were younger then I was now.
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