Ritual

The church is still standing post my heathen ass in attendance at Unc's funeral. Oh and I didn't snot, although it was sadder than I'd anticipated. Looking around the room for people who would have been there had they not already passed on, including Unc. Listening to the priest deliver the eulogy (and wondering as I always do if he's going to screw up the name of the wife, kids or siblings - no, he didn't). The music was fitting and churchy, the usual suspects of church musicness. Several cousins in attendance, none of us getting any younger (or apparently any saner.) The aunts and uncles and father are not getting any younger, although my mother seems to be getting younger.