Change

The funeral wasn’t much better. I had to sit through countless hours of planning it all; something I shouldn’t of had to do until I was much older.

The multiple casseroles people brought over to help me and my aunt and uncle out didn’t even help. It just made me miss seeing my parents in the kitchen cooking meals together like they always did for the three of us.

Now, it is just me standing alone in the kitchen. I can only imagine them moving around me when I stand there with my eyes shut.

I have never seen so many people in my entire life. They all had something different to say to me at the visitation. But did I really want to hear about how sorry everyone was? No. I felt so hopeless.

There were friends, distant relatives, classmates, neighbors, coworkers, clients, people from different cities my parents where associated with, and even complete strangers all to tell me how sorry they were.

It was all very sweet that they attended, I just wish it didn’t have to happen like it did instead of when I became old and gray, growing old myself.