The best part of funerals (if there is any such thing) is the stories told about the deceased. My Father's was no different.
My father was a town justice. In New York, that means dealing with small time drunks, druggies, domestics, etc. Apparently one of the men who used to work for us had occasion to stand in front of father. The exchange went as follows;
"The bail for Mr. S will be set at $250. Do you have that on you Mr. S?"
"Yes sir, Mr. M, I do. I have $300 on me."
"Okay then. The bail for Mr. S will be $500. You will be spending the night in jail."
I miss you Father.
And so does Mr. S.
He was a pallbearer at your funeral.
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Oh, Donna, I've been tied up and not reading for a week or two and am just now seeing that your Dad died. I am SO sorry. You know, I've felt about 20 years older since my Dad died last spring. Is it affecting you that way?
It's been really, really tough.
I lost my dad in an accident in '99. I still miss him. My truest sympathies.
Thank you Aaron.
Funerals are good that way. Your dad sounds like quite the character. Thinking of you.
It is true, you do hear the funniest stories at a funeral. Or they are felt to be more funny because of the sad occasion.
Hang in there and only blog when you feel like it, don't do it because you think we might abandon you. We won't.
Thanks Mara. I was a little worried about my readers. You guys have been the greatest.
And thank you all for the support and kind comments.
Sorry for your loss. And that's a GREAT story! Hang in there!
Now I see where you got your sense of humor.. He sounds like a super fun guy, surely missed forever. Hang in there Donna, and I agree with what Mara wrote. We'll be here.
Thanks Kate and Nouveau. I really do appreciate all the good thoughts.
It's good to know he will be remembered well.
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