Feb 25, 2011 - 8:58 pm
When I say special, I don't mean someone like my mom, or a really good friend, or even the nice person that let me jump ahead of them because I was on line with 3 items and they had a cartful.
I'm talking about the people that should not be let out of the house without their helmet on and crayons at the ready.
Over the past week especially, but even in the month prior, people that Pat knew when he was growing up, but lost track of have been coming out of the woodwork. And that's all fine and good, I don't know you from Adam so I'm trying to be respectful. But unfortunately I know the main reason a number of these nice people are wanting to know about arrangements. A good number of people are trying to make this into an Old Home week, and not even about my husband.
I'm sorry if I sound like a cross harridan right off the boat from Dublin, but his service (no wake, no Mass - his request) is about PATRICK not you, not the good old days, and I will be dammed if I'm paying to get you trashed on my dime. And unfortunately that's what everyone is assuming will happen. This is our last day together, I really don't want to be spending it hearing about things Pat never told me about by people he never mentioned that won't even bother to return a phone call 2 months from now. I've been deliberately keeping very quiet about the arrangements because of this. The people that will be there are people that helped us both in the time that we have been together. Everyone else can take a long walk off a short bridge.
And don't get me started on the paperwork. Oh dear God, the paperwork . . .