my brother at his son’s memorial service
Yesterday on my way home from work I was thinking how much the world has changed in such a short period of time I think about my Nephew who is not alive to see it.
Sometimes the world is pretty awful and sometimes it’s pretty great and most of the time I like it and I’m sure he would have too.
Yesterday on my way home from work I saw this beautiful silver hearse pull up along side of my bus.
Okay, yes I noticed it,
That may sound weird but the fact is I drove black hearses ( which are boring and old school ) and that silver one?
It was a beauty.
So I’m watching this great looking car, which I could easily see myself behind the wheel of
when I see the Funeral Homes name stenciled, tastefully on the driver’s door.
It was a hearse from the funeral home that my Nephew went to after he died.
As a rule, that home doesn’t do a lot of work this far up North in our state.
So I suppose
on that day
at that time
when I was thinking about my Nephew
he was thinking of me too.
Irregular Bones 
*hugs*
Anita, the strangest thing happened to me after I read your post this morning. I was driving to work and I passed a hearse (normal black variety). I looked back to see the name and it was the same undertakers who took care of Stephen after he died.
I wouldn’t have thought it was so odd except for reading of your experience an hour earlier. Weird huh?
I don’t think it’s weird at all and let me give you a big hug back.