One week

One week since my dad passed away.

He didn’t want a funeral, neither do I.

He wanted to be cremated, as do I. I want to be made into a tree though but my family doesn’t like the idea as much as I do. They want me to use my plot in Pines Cemetery so that they can come visit but I say.... how realistic is that though?? Who is going to go to Spo-kane, Washington for nothing more than seeing a gravesite? Seems like an expensive and depressing vacation. 

Anyway.... I called the Second Family and they didn’t know when my dad was going to be cremated and they aren’t putting an obituary in the paper.

1. How do you not know when your husband will be cremated??? I’ve left STRICT instructions that one of my family be AT the crematorium while I’m being cremated to make damn sure that it’s JUST ME in there and not some chatty old lady too. That’s the last thing an introvert needs!
2. You can’t even do an obituary???? You literally have nothing else to do. You can’t type out a few lines??

I wrote one and sent it to the Spokesman-Review, my own damn self.  I’m not sure that I did it correctly because it’s not something that I’m used to doing and I think the paper is going to call to check out the details.... not sure but people do it everyday right? Except the funeral home helps them. I’m just crying over a keyboard and hitting SEND. 

I had a bunch of stuff to tell you about our trip. Seems so different now. I’ll write about it. Probably tomorrow. I am beat.

Tracy