Funeral is over. We're home.

Funeral is over. We're home.

TL;DR:  I hated it and I'll be shocked, SHOCKED, if we don't end up having COVID.

First of all, it rained all day. HARD. What's funny about that is that Shaun's dad always complained about never getting any rain. In all of the 12 years I've known the man, he's never been satisfied with the amount of rain he's gotten. And today, the day we definitely needed to be outside for social distancing and fresh air, it just wouldn't stop.

So when we arrived at the funeral home a guy with an umbrella was waiting for us. He was not wearing a mask. We didn't yet have ours on, but he motioned for us to put the window down so he could give us instructions. He was a bit confusing, but I tried. Then he walked around the building to tell me to do something else. By this point, we'd masked. He was still not. I'd opened my car door AND HE LEANED IN to talk to Shaun about being in the front of the procession. We didn't want to. "But you know you're the son, right?" was his dumbass response. At this point I opened my umbrella on him and told him we know and that we still didn't want to.

Finally, we made it to the front of the funeral home and proceeded to get a thousand hugs, handshakes, and condolences. More people than we were expecting were masked, but a lot weren't, and of course there were those who had to wear the masks wrong. It wasn't better inside.

They let us in to make sure everything looked ok. It was fine. People milled about for an hour or so before the funeral director asked if we would prefer to use their chapel because of the rain. We said ok, since there were a lot of elderly people who probably didn't want to stand around in the mud and rain. Another hour passed. We watched the slideshow the funeral home made of photos. Shaun picked some excellent photos, btw. Then the service finally started.

The Army soldiers did their thing. No 21 gun salute since we were indoors, but they "played" Taps (faked it really badly on an instrument that clearly had a speaker in the horn part) and folded the flag shittily, according to Shaun. They presented him with the flag and then the preacher spoke. After that, we were "dismissed" to the church for food. We went to the church and watched the burial, then ordered a deep dish pizza and went home.

There was a lot of people and the absolute lack of social distance and masking has me really uncomfortable. Shaun and I are going to quarantine just in case. It's not like I need to do anything but study this week, anyway. If I don't get my head back on school I could really screw myself over this semester.

Also, I now have some potted plants that I don't know how to care for. And extra fun: Someone stole my good umbrella.

But it's over. The part I was most terrified of is over. If we made it through this without catching COVID I'll be amazed and thrilled. I guess time will tell.