Loves the Dead

Loves the Dead My mother loves the dead she has a curious fascination with the dead. She loves to attend the funerals of family members and even strangers. My mother is the first person to call and talk endless about the dead. Does not matter if she does not know these dead people but she cries tears of sorrow as if she does. If she could be hired at wakes as a professional mourner she would be a millionaire because she is very convincing. But at the family funerals she is very animated. My mother is the one to watch because she says that she is going to jump in the coffins of this cousin or that aunt or that brother-in law or sister. My mother loves to watch the local news programs for news about the dearly departed and then she makes arrangement to attend the funerals. Once she took three Septa buses to attend the funeral of a little girl who died across town in North Philly. Another time she attended the funeral of a house itself. She heard about a run-down house that was to be eulogized and given a funeral by local community activists. She said the food was delicious She is known for doing the hair of the dead in the family. I wondered if my mother missed her calling by not working in the industry. My mother just loves the dead she is very emotional when a family member dies. My sister drives her to the hospital or the funeral home because she must view the dead body. She said they look like they are asleep. My mother loves to talk about the dead with one exception that of her own mothers’ who died young and left my mother behind with her own six children. Recently with loses in the family. My mother is re-living her mother’s death. The wooden brown coffin and the blue night gown and matching blue shoes and the painted on red lip stick.