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Friday, June 3, 2011

Saturday, June 04, 2011

This morning I had a nail appointment for a fill. I never go on Friday's but it worked out that way this week. So I get to the salon and wow, the parking lot is full and the only one spot is available. A shiny red sedan is parked in two spots, can you imagine. I was livid but where was I going to do, run from one store to the another yelling for the owner of the red freaking car to learn to park in one spot not two. So I finally found one at the end of the parking lot, and walked to the salon. When I got there Julie was finishing up her previous customer but was 10 minutes late. I had a funeral at 11 a.m. and I knew I was going to be right on time but now I don't know

Well anyway I finished at 10 to 11 and I still had to get to the synagogue by 11 a.m. I signed my name to the funeral register (for the family) and slipped into the back row of the synagogue seats

The head mason was giving the masonic burial. Milt was a 32nd degree mason and belong to the Scottish Rites as did my father who also belonged to the same Masonic lodge as Milt.

I remember at my fathers funeral all the young men doing their funeral ritual and now these same young men, were old codgers still doing their thing. When did my peer group grow so old?

The Rabbi took over after that and did the service and the two sons Joel and Elliott gave eulogies which really were stories of their growing up with their mom and dad. Beautiful tributes to Milt. I am sure he was looking down and smiling at all the good things that were being said by the Rabbi and his two sons.

After the service we went to the cemetery. I drove with a friend who was his partner in the insurance agency. The cemetery was the resting place of my parents, grandparents and other family members. So until the family arrived I visited my parents, grandparents and aunts and uncles and met my cousin and we talked a while.

On the side, my cousin was diagnosed with a gluten allergy and now has lost 27 pounds. She looks wonderful.

The family arrived and the service was short an quick and as she said, we have said all that could be said and now it is time to tuck him in as a mother would tuck her child in. At that point we each stood in line to shovel dirt into the grave. It is traditional to have the family members bury their loved ones and so the two boys, their wives, children and other family members buried Milt. We then all left the cemetery to return to the synagogue for a shiva meal.

It is traditional to have a full meal after the burial. There was a buffet set up in the large hall and the house staff had prepared, kugel, tuna fish salad, pasta salad, herring in wine sauce, bagels, cream cheese, salad, fruit and desserts. Naturally coffee tea and juice. I had salad, no dressing, 1/2 bagel with cream cheese, 2 T tuna salad, herring and lots of fruit. In fact I went back for seconds.

We had a nice visit with friends and left the synagogue at 3 p.m.

I got home and Bob and I decided that for dinner we would walk over to the Family Table which is a Greek style family restaurant on our corner, about two blocks from our condo. I decided to have a large Greek salad with dressing on the side and Bob had the fried cod. Friday night is fish fry in Wisconsin. Another tradition.

I read most of the evening since the book has to go back on Tuesday and I only have 200 pages to go. It is a very good book by Jodi Picoult "Sing you Home". An excellent read. So now I will finish or at least try before I go to bed.
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    You definitely had a busy day...glad that everything worked out for you. Glad you are enjoying the book.
    2512 days ago
    I bought "Sing you Home" for my niece. She is going to lend it to me when she finishes it. She reads everything by Jodi Picoult.
    2513 days ago
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