Today, I attended my ex-mother-in-law's funeral, accompanied by my six children. It was truly heartbreaking to see my little ones struggle with their emotions. They’re still my babies, and the pain of not being able to protect them is overwhelming.
I thought I was ready. I planned to stay calm, to sit quietly, to feel and breathe through it all. However, I was completely unprepared for the experience of a Catholic funeral. Those ceremonies can feel endless, especially with kids who just want to move around and don’t yet grasp the idea of staying quiet. I could hardly make out what the priest was saying, and all I could think about was how hungry they were.
If it hadn’t been for the calming effects of the joint I smoked beforehand, I might have completely lost my composure. Or perhaps it was that friend who showed up with suckers for the kids, helping to keep them still and bring a bit of comfort in a tough situation.
Some friends truly are priceless.
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