| A Surreal But Kind Of Sweet Coincidence
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First the sad part: My Grandmother, Dorothy Helen Wright Phelps died this weekend. We had her viewing Tuesday night and the funeral yesterday. It's a rough start on the year since my wife lost her dad almost exactly two months ago. It seems that I'm getting way too much of my exercise being a pallbearer.
Tuesday night at the viewing the funeral home had a scrapbook sitting out on each of the coffee tables in the sitting areas. They had notes sent by family members who'd had their loved ones funerals at that particular facility. There were notes on nearly every page of the one we had at our table, but only one had a picture of the deceased. It was the very first page, as soon as you opened the book.
That picture was Aaron Wesley Phelps, my grandfather, and the late husband of the woman who we were there to view. The note next to the pic was written by my dad.
They didn't pick that scrapbook to be the one next to her viewing room. There were a couple of others and I'm sure they wander from table to table. And they didn't change anything to put his pic on the front page. It just happened to be the only picture in the book closest to Gramma's room. I asked the employees if they'd done that on purpose, because I thought it was a really nice touch. They didn't know what I was talking about.
Okay, maybe it isn't as odd and cool as it seemed to me. But I spent a few minutes just kind of thinking 'Wow. That's a trip.'
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Last edited by Bard2dbone : 01-21-2010 at 04:46 AM.
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