A little blue

Yesterday I checked out the online edition of the local paper.  I do not know why it affects me so much to see people that I went to school with now listed in the obituaries. I do not know if it makes me feel as though I could be next or why it causes me so much anguish.

As a child and even as a teenager my parents never took me to funerals.  I was 23 or 24 years old when I attended my first funeral and it wasn't by choice.  The president of our company died and our boss forced us to attend.

At the time I had never even attended my own relatives funerals, one because they lived far away and secondly because I was either in school or working when they passed on.  I remember when my maternal grandmother died I was in high school and we were having exams so only my mother made the trip.  The only relative to date whose funeral I have attended has been my father's.

I know we all have to go one day and I do not think I am afraid to die.  What I am more afraid of is...what would become of the ones I leave behind?

I really did not know my classmate that well and I think I spent more time talking to him on our 20th year reunion than I did in all the years we were in school together yet it still affected me.

The online edition only list a brief obituary, so I had no idea in what funeral home he was located.  Went to the wrong one and found out we now have a new mortuary in Del Rio.  I really ought to consider buying the local newspaper more often...typos and all.

I apologize for the downer post but as this is also my Cyber Journal I had to mention his passing.

Good night.  May you all have Terlingua Dreams.