Saturday, April 27, 2013
I am so glad this week is over. Two funerals.
Today's was probably the toughest funeral I think I have ever attended. Maybe my father's was harder but not by much.
Mike Trieber was only 20 and spent three weeks in ICU then three days in hospice for a cerebral hemorrhage. So sad. So hard to understand. At age 20, stupid I get. At age 20 dying from a stroke I do not get.
There was a Church full of young adults, late teens to early twenties. They were all so well dressed. The young ladies' skirts were all too short and the young men's pants were all too low. But most of the young men were wearing ties, some jackets. They all looked nice.
(warning. RANT coming)
I wish I could say the same for the older adults. I didn't notice any women dressed badly, but a surprising number of the men looked like they were ready to go work in the yard. I resist grousing about it lest I sound too self righteous and "judgmental". (I hate that term. I always base a judgment on the fact I have. What is wrong with that?)
Dog gone it. Can't people dress respectfully for funerals? I get it that everyone does not have the wherewithal to have a suit and tie just hanging in his closet. But Mike's own stepdad wore a torn dirty shirt to the viewing last night and showed up this morning in the same shirt. The man has had a full month to at least go to Goodwill and get a jacket, shirt, and tie if he couldn't afford to buy a suit. But I know he could. To me that showed total disrespect to Mike's mother, his wife.
And while I am at it, how about weddings, Sunday Mass, flying, the theater (not the movies) or a concert (the fancy ones), and so many other places where dressing nice would be so simple to do?
And I am so ashamed of how men dress like slobs, I don't even notice how badly women may dress.