Today, I went to a funeral for a woman I have known my whole life. She's been there every christmas (minus the last 4), and has always had little trinkets and a smile for my sister and I. It was a lovely funeral, quite a few people showed up. My cousin Amy read a poem, my cousin Matt read a bible excerpt, and Gina (pronounced Gin - ah. Different, I know right? Her name is actually Virginia.) & Talley talked about her. Its hard seeing someone that you've never seen before cry. When that one person cries, its tough. My cousin Amy fell apart before reading her poem. Thats when it got me. I choked up and my eyes started welling up. I tried to hold it back though, but my throat just kept getting smaller. Yep, thats right. I'm emotional now. Mary Lorraine was 89, and has had Alzheimers for the past 4 years. You don't really fully understand Alzheimers until it affects someone you know. Every christmas my family would talk about it. "She doesn't remember us much, but she remembered Matthew. She also remembered that she didn't like Matthew's girlfriend." Its crazy stuff really, but in all honesty its probably for the best. R.I.P Mary Lorraine.
During the service I started thinking about my own funeral. How morbid is that?(I've also planned my wedding, but what girl doesn't?) The first thing I thought about was the Church. First of all, this was probably the most gorgeous church I've ever been in. Honestly, massive high ceilings, hand painted ceilings, stunning stained glass windows, beautiful organ pipes on the walls (my grandfather was once caught with his friends, behind an organ in a church blowing into the pipes. Just something he told me that I thought was funny today), and lovely wooden pews. This was the first funeral that I've ever been to in a church. It was interesting I suppose. Too much singing and praising for me though. Personally, I think churches should be a wedding thing. My funeral? Well let me tell you about it.
Its got to be in a pub. Like on P.S I love you. That was perfect. Every time someone cries you take a shot in my honour. I better see some tipsy people because of that, if not you can count on me haunting you. There will be no pastor, minister, or priest. The service will be done by my closest friends & family. Each will say an excerpt on our lives together. Thats my favourite part about funerals. The stories. The stories are best. You hear of the persons favourite things that that person has ever done, or the most touching. You hear of nicknames, quirks, and their favourite places to be.
The service today made me wish my family was closer, they all seemed so close. Someone said to my aunt today, "Wow, so you're all down here for the funeral!". My aunt said, "We're all in Ridgeway. We don't see each other a lot, but we're all in Ridgeway". In all honesty, my family sucks at being a family most times. I love them all to pieces, but we don't really know each other. I see my dad's side once a year. Christmas time. Even though we all live 5 minutes away from one another. Its pathetic really. Christmas is quite possibly my favourite time because that is the ONLY time I see them. I look forward to sitting around my aunt's living room and listening to them all talk, cause believe it or not, I'm know as the quiet one in the family. Everyone is always talking to each other, and that leaves me sitting on the couch taking it all in. Occasionally, I get a "So Brooke, what play are you doing this year? Where are you going next year?" Those talks don't last long though. I'm content with just listening. Its what I do best. Anyway, Yes I understand that most of my cousins live about a province away, but everyone else lives in Ridgeway. I think the fact that we never see everyone has to do with my dad being the youngest by 6 & 8 years. They're all older, and have kids the same ages. That just leaves us out I guess.
Wow. This is retardedly deep.
Anyway, Gina lives in New York. She's actually pretty awesome. Americans are actually some of the nicest people I know. I haven't seen this girl in probably a decade or more, and she was telling me I could stay in her house when she's off on business trips. She kept saying, "COME TO NEW YORK! You can stay at my place! I'd love to have you. Just make sure you have a credit card though, and I'll take you to the best places!" Seriously, if I ever go to NY, I'm calling her up. She used to work at Tiffany's & CO. You can imagine my jealousy. Someday, I'll live in NY. When I do, I'm definitely going to try to get a job at T&CO. Talley, on the other hand, works for Abercrombie & Fitch. High up there though, she's a "buyer". She goes all over the world. In fact they had to postpone the funeral because she was working in Warsaw, Poland. She also told Casey, "Add me on facebook, I can get you A&F discounts."
Ahhhhhh, people are lovely.
We went to The Cheesecake Factory for the first time with my Grandparents for Casey's birthday. The wait took forever, but I think it was worth it in the end. My Grandmother was getting tired during the wait, so she was resting her head on my Grandfather's shoulder. It was quite possibly the cutest thing ever watching an 84 year old couple do that. I can only wish I have what they have when I'm their age.
Anyway, Its been a long and tiring day.
I'm going to look at universities tomorrow.
Laurier Friday, and Waterloo & Guelph Saturday.
Happy Bonfire Day!
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Happy 16th Birthday Casey!
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Goodnight.
x
P.s the 21st is growing nearer.
*gulp, gulp* :| (yn)
P.p.s Someone I haven't talked to in a while texted me today, saying "hey, you go to school in toronto right? I'z liiiike HAHAH, nope. Definitely, not.
P.p.p.s Birthday in a month and 3 days.