Hanging on the telephone

Darren creaked down the stairs. The murmur of his wife’s voice on the phone to his mother soothed his steps. She said, “Yes, we’ll be there in under twelve hours Sherry.” He saw her at the bottom, pacing just outside the kitchen.

He thought, “Tie, suit, wingtips, dress shirt, black socks.”

She said, “I’m touched. Of course he’ll deliver the eulogy.”

“What? I’ll do what?”

When he spoke, she looked up and put her finger to her lips. She walked back into the kitchen, away from him.

“How can I give a eulogy for someone who should still be alive?”

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    • And you can’t expect it, even though we should. So it’s always a slap. Even if it’s prepared for and expected, there’s still a sense of disbelief when it’s over.

  1. OK, you need to develop that! I’m as confused as the poor husband and dreadfully worrying what just happened. Maybe it’s just the brain fog after all. 🙂

  2. Ouch. That kind of loss is so difficult to process. I like the detail about the packing — it reminded me of the kind of scattered thinking I did when my grandfather died.

  3. That hit me like a ton of bricks. I remember my sister-in-law asking if I was going to speak at my mother’s funeral service. I had different reasons for thinking it was an awful question. I’m kind of mad at the wife here for not asking him before saying for sure he would do it. I hate the unfairness of that kind of presumption. I guess he can’t really say no, but give him the respect of asking.

    • I thought it was a shitty thing for the wife to do, too. I kept trying to have her do other things, but it veered back to that three times so I stuck with it.