It goes, one hectic day at a time.
Oct. 26th, 2004 02:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpeppersooooo the next stop in how the geek can help with funeral stuff - I'm now in charge of the Mom collage, etc. Basically later today I have to run to Kinko's, and do some mad photoshopping. Luckily I know exactly what I want to do, so it should take too long, but man, am I hurting for the trappings of nerditude back home. Not to mention the broadband connection. Jeezopete, I don't remember dialup ever being this goddamn slow.
This morning I was emailing directions to the funeral to Dad's frat brothers. *facepalm* Yes, you read me right, Dad, who is pushing 80 quick fast and in a hurry, is still quite active in his chapter of Omega Psi Phi. Nothing like a bunch of doddery old men trying to recapture their youth. I can just imagine the step show. *snrrk* kinda waving around a little bit in walkers or somethin'.
I did have a little bit of a moment when I was standing in front of Mom's Yamaha concert grand in the front hallway of the house. Damn she loved that piano, she would have something cooking for hours in the kitchen and while she waited she would sit and play through showtunes, classical, gospel, popular stuff, country, and sing along with herself. That piano would reverberate all the way down the block, I swear, and all the way upstairs, but she sometimes would sit and play from 3 in the afternoon until 11 at night, her arthritis be damned. And she was so happy doing it too...
The sad part isn't really that she won't ever do that again, although that fact did have me quite teary earlier. The sad part is that no one else knows how to play piano. Except for me, and I'm severely out of practice and even if I was... I was never that good, you know? That's something I always kinda wish I'd kept up with. Now more than ever. It's so fucked up, I'd always joke about how I was probably going to wind up in charge of Mom's piano if/when she died, because I was the only one besides her that really gave a damn about it, not to mention could play something besides "Chopsticks" or "Heart and Soul." The reality of that joke is a wee bit more sobering. I don't think I even know where the key to open it is. Something to look for later.
curious - are you guys okay with me venting funeral stuff? or should I make a filter? Just wondering... I haven't bothered locking these, really, but... I do know how disconcerting reading about someone else dealing with a death is. Lemme know.
This morning I was emailing directions to the funeral to Dad's frat brothers. *facepalm* Yes, you read me right, Dad, who is pushing 80 quick fast and in a hurry, is still quite active in his chapter of Omega Psi Phi. Nothing like a bunch of doddery old men trying to recapture their youth. I can just imagine the step show. *snrrk* kinda waving around a little bit in walkers or somethin'.
I did have a little bit of a moment when I was standing in front of Mom's Yamaha concert grand in the front hallway of the house. Damn she loved that piano, she would have something cooking for hours in the kitchen and while she waited she would sit and play through showtunes, classical, gospel, popular stuff, country, and sing along with herself. That piano would reverberate all the way down the block, I swear, and all the way upstairs, but she sometimes would sit and play from 3 in the afternoon until 11 at night, her arthritis be damned. And she was so happy doing it too...
The sad part isn't really that she won't ever do that again, although that fact did have me quite teary earlier. The sad part is that no one else knows how to play piano. Except for me, and I'm severely out of practice and even if I was... I was never that good, you know? That's something I always kinda wish I'd kept up with. Now more than ever. It's so fucked up, I'd always joke about how I was probably going to wind up in charge of Mom's piano if/when she died, because I was the only one besides her that really gave a damn about it, not to mention could play something besides "Chopsticks" or "Heart and Soul." The reality of that joke is a wee bit more sobering. I don't think I even know where the key to open it is. Something to look for later.
curious - are you guys okay with me venting funeral stuff? or should I make a filter? Just wondering... I haven't bothered locking these, really, but... I do know how disconcerting reading about someone else dealing with a death is. Lemme know.
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Date: 2004-10-26 11:51 am (UTC)if you do make a filter, I wanna be on it.
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Date: 2004-10-26 12:18 pm (UTC)What the Sunny one said.
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Date: 2004-10-26 01:01 pm (UTC)repeat as needed.
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Date: 2004-10-26 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 03:20 pm (UTC)filters are for privacy and nothing else. so there nyah.
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Date: 2004-10-26 06:31 pm (UTC)and good gawd girl, if you can't talk about grieving in own journal, where else can you? it's nothing to be embarrassed about or to filter. if someone's not interested or if it upsets someone, let 'em skip the entry.
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Date: 2004-10-26 10:03 pm (UTC)And did I mention... *HUG*
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Date: 2004-10-26 11:46 pm (UTC)i don't mind reading about your dealing with funeral preparations and death. write what you need to, write where you need to.
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Date: 2004-10-27 02:02 am (UTC)