I went to a funeral today – Uncle Mas who was 91 passed away a week and a half ago. He was a wonderful, energetic man. I didn’t know him well – he was my husband’s great uncle.
But, what I really wanted to say is that the last time that I was at the funeral home, in August 2008, for another funeral for that side of the family, I was in the bathroom after the service giving myself shots for the IVF cycle that resulted in Max. This time I was trying (and failing) to contain a toddler. When they rang the gong at the beginning of the Buddhist service Max yelled three times “DING DONG!”. That’s when we retreated to the back. After he still couldn’t use his “quiet voice” we retreated to the basement where there was a fish tank, some books, crayons and stuffed animals. Even though I was a little annoyed that I went all the way into the city to sit in the basement during the service, and that we were out past his bedtime, this time was WAY better.
