Friday, November 23, 2007

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Cock of the Walk

When going through my grandmother's albums I found this picture of my dad:

(Dad on right, age 14. Uncle on left, age 12)

This is just wrong on so many levels.
In my mind, at least, he will be forever be the more wholesome individual below:

Yeah, that's my dad. That is the man (boy) that I recognize.

Monday, November 12, 2007


This morning I came to work and proceeded my day as usual.

Neither one of the guys had made it in and since no one had recently passed away there was no reason to be expecting them.

I went to the restroom to well, do what people do in the restroom.

As I exited I turned back the direction of the door in order to shut it. As I closed the door, there in the hallway was somebody. This caused an "Oh!" to escape my lips before realization set in.

No one was there. And really as I thought about it, I didn't actually see a person as much as a whiteness taking up space. However in the nanosecond that this all took place my mind didn't have time to process this.

However, apparently the whiteness was in that moment real enough to extract an exclamation from my mouth. So to me, this was proof enough that something, indeed, had been there.

As odd as it sounds, I didn't really think much about it.

Although I work at a funeral home, I don't regularly encounter ghosts. Still yet, I wasn't shaken.

As I went to the (well lit) front office again I saw "something". I am not being elusive here. There are no words because to be honest, my mind isn't sure what it saw and my memory is failing. It is almost like it doesn't want to remember.

Again, I was not frightened.

In fact I had an inner dialogue about how I at least had material to blog about....with my other inner self veto-ing that idea because the stigma that would place on funeral homes would not be(generally) an accurate one.

Along with this conversation I had flashbacks of my boss telling me about a vacation that he and his wife went on. They toured a "haunted hotel". He told the ghost tour guide that he didn't believe in ghosts and that after x amount of years in the funeral business he had never seen one.

She told him that she wouldn't expect him to. Why would a ghost hang out at a funeral home? She asked.......There is nothing to tie that person there.

I thought about that and it made sense. And I went on about my day, unshaken and unafraid, as usual.

Once returning from lunch I plopped down in a chair to talk to my boss.

The phone rang.  My boss answered it.

"Hi Amanda"

And with that being the only thing that left his mouth, everything started to fall into place for me before the phone call was even over.

My friend, Ms. C, passed away this morning in her sleep.

We used to work together. In fact, she lived here in the apartment at this funeral home up until 2 1/2 years ago. I had just spoke to her. We had good conversations and even though she told me how much talking to me meant to her and made her feel better, I knew that the reverse was true. She saw the Kim that I want to be. The Kimthat I strive to be.

I think that this morning she was just checking "in" on her way out.......

I miss her already.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Maybe I am a tad emotional.....

but he moved me to tears.

I am a lover of music. Many kinds of music.

80's hair bands
retro country
modern country

You name it.

However, one genre of music that would have probably never made it on to my list is opera.

I will still refrain from saying that I like it, because to be honest, I don't know if it is opera I like, or Paul Potts.

Yesterday I had Oprah on in the background, something about YouTube...yadda...yadda...yadda

As I was toiling away in the kitchen something caused me to stop and listen.

Paul Potts, previously unheard of to me, was being introduced as the winner of "Britains Got Talent". And then he opened up his mouth to sing.

I don't speak Italian and therefore had no idea what words he was singing.....but the emotion was so raw that it welled up within me and spilled over my cheeks in the form of tears.

I watched it again with the same intensity and was pulled just as deeply into his song.

Maybe it was a fluke deal.

I don't know......but I somehow doubt it. What do you think?

Maybe I should put opera on my list.

Saturday, November 03, 2007