PARADOX
I used to live above a funeral home; now I live across the street from one. Each place gets only the rare business, but last night I came home and their parking lot was full. On the sidewalk, I saw a sign advertising valet parking--A popular fellow, I thought.
But I was wrong about the funeral. The event was taking place across the street from the home, and as I entered my building, a group of dressed-up people were in the midst of "3-2-1-CHEEEEEEEER!" The ribbon was cut, the corks popped, the cameras flashed, and purple balloons were released into the sky. They were celebrating the grand opening of the Grief Center.
I used to live above a funeral home; now I live across the street from one. Each place gets only the rare business, but last night I came home and their parking lot was full. On the sidewalk, I saw a sign advertising valet parking--A popular fellow, I thought.
But I was wrong about the funeral. The event was taking place across the street from the home, and as I entered my building, a group of dressed-up people were in the midst of "3-2-1-CHEEEEEEEER!" The ribbon was cut, the corks popped, the cameras flashed, and purple balloons were released into the sky. They were celebrating the grand opening of the Grief Center.
Labels: celebrating grief, funeral homes