I had on a nice pair of pants, and a presentable top. Wore a nice jacket. I made sure I was clean, and neat, and had my hair done up nicely.
We went up to the church, and said hello to friends, we chatted a bit, then found a place to be while waiting, and read the little card.
Then the funeral started.
I really had odd thoughts. It was a girl I had babysat when she was a toddler. I was sad, yes, but I was more confused. I suppose that sounds strange, but I still think of her (thought of her?) as a "little" girl. Younger than me, she died at 37, of medical problems.
She isn't supposed to be dead...
I went, mostly, for her parents. After the shock of losing their daughter, I sort of felt I should be there. My Dad had worked with her Dad, my Mom and Dad had socialized on occasion with them, and I'd babysat for them. And now, at a cemetery, near a farm, I listened to a rooster crow, and watched a horse mill about, as she was given her last goodbyes by family and friends.
It was a strange day.