Snow again? As I was shooting up the freeway toward Fargo, I got a call from Mom telling me to turn back. Turn back! It was snowing there. May 10th and it’s freakin snowing in ND. Since it was still 35 degrees, I was pretty convinced that I wouldn’t be needing studded snow tires and boots to navigate the massive accumulation, but this time I honored her wishes instead of Mark’s, and returned home.
Well… Not ”right” HOME. I did what any girl with a change of plans would do — I went shopping.
On her way up from Omaha, Beth ran into really bad winds in SD and pulled off the road to wait out the storm for an hour or so. I’m sure it was nice for her to get to Fargo and have some time alone with Mom and Mike without me there. I left Mpls on Sunday (after a wonderfully prepared Mother’s Day breakfast of Special K, a hunk of cinnamon roll, and a protien bar prepared by two sweet little boys who were so excited to surprise me) and got to Fargo around 12:30.
We all hung out, visited, planned a funeral and watched the final episode of Survivor. Beth and I went to a coffee shop to download one last song, Amazing Grace, for the funeral music. Who’d have known there are about 100 versions to choose from, including some with [explicit] warnings? Niiice. I thought it would be kind of funny to pick one of those to spice things up a bit, but even I am not that crass. Never in my life did I imagine myself sitting in a coffee shop downloading funeral music. I’m sure the girl behind the counter was curious as she watched Beth and I huddle in front of her laptop as we screened every rendition of Amazing Grace available. Since the place was pretty quiet that day, I’m guessing she might have had an opinion on whether Willie Nelson did a better number than Aaron Neville. We ended up picking 3 and let Mom choose her favorite. She went with LeeAnn Womack.
Anal retentive is probably an understatement when describing Mom. She has the entire funeral service mapped out, she’s got the minister lined up, the list of people for the obituary is made, and she has the death certificate info documented. She’s even started planning the menu for the post-funeral luncheon, although she did comment that she’s not going to worry about it any more since she doesn’t plan to be there for it. Her sense of humor is still intact.
I’m sure at some point, we will truly appreciate all her effort, but right now it is hard for me to be as at peace with the whole concept as she is.
- Karmen
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