Marion was the sweet old woman who lived next door to us, married sixty years to her husband, Ed. She passed away a few days ago, and for the past few days Ed’s numerous family members have been around to offer support. Today we did what we could by attending her funeral service this evening.
Personally, I don’t understand the concept of open caskets and viewings. I know it offers comfort to many (“She looks so peaceful”) but I just find it disturbing. A gussied-up corpse isn’t Marion. Marion was the smiling, charming woman who smiled out at us from dozens of photographs that had been arranged in displays around the viewing parlor, from childhood photos to her youth with Ed (she was quite a looker in her prime, I might add).
In any event, we offered our condolences and support, and we figure since we’re right next door to him, we’ll try to be his first resource whenever he needs anything.
Sixty years. Wow.
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