I see this building every time I go to the grocery store. It seems more desolate in black and white.
My mom called me Wednesday night and told me that my aunt, Irene, had died. Aunt Irene was about six months older than mom, so she was ninety-four. Mom and I had gone to Aunt Irene’s birthday party in June. She was looking very frail, so it wasn’t a great surprise. Mom had just talked to Aunt Irene on the telephone on Monday. My sister and Mom didn’t want to go to the funeral, but I did. They told me they would call me again when they had more information.
The next day, Thursday, my sister called me gave me the name of the funeral home, told me the funeral was going to be Saturday afternoon, and asked me to send flowers for us all. Of course I said I would take care of it.
I looked up the funeral home on the Internet so I could get directions; no problem there. The first problem I had was that I couldn’t remember Aunt Irene’s last name. She had been married to my Uncle Fred, and I knew that name, but she had remarried and I couldn’t remember Jim’s last name. OK, I thought it would be easy to find the name, I would just look in the Indianapolis obituaries on the Internet. The only obit that I found with a first name of Irene was obviously not my aunt, the woman was too young. So I called my sister back and asked her Aunt Irene’s last name. I could almost hear the puzzled look on my sister’s face when I asked her, and then I heard her say, “Mom, what’s Irene’s last name?”
My mom couldn’t remember it either. She thought it might be Anderson, but she wasn’t sure. My mom suggested that I call my cousin, Bill, because he would surely know. That was a reasonable suggestion, but I also knew I could call the funeral home and that they would tell me. I just felt silly calling and asking the name of the person they were going to bury on Saturday. I decided to wait another day before calling, giving the newspaper another day to print the obituary.
My mom called me about an hour later and asked me if I had called my cousin Bill yet, and I told her no, I planned on calling the funeral home. She said, “OK.” Mom called again about two hours later and asked me if I had called my cousin Bill yet. I told her no, and that I would call the funeral home if the obituary wasn’t published the next day. She said, “OK.” And then she told me that she thought Aunt Irene’s last name might actually be Alexander, not Anderson. That sounded right to me.
The next morning I checked the obituaries, and found Aunt Irene’s. Imagine my surprise when I found out that her first name was actually Harriet. I never knew that. Thank goodness mom had come up with the correct last name.
I decided to go to a local florist to order the flowers through FTD. I drove to a florist’s shop that I had used before and found that the florist had gone out of business. That surprised me, but I knew of another shop, so I drove there, and found that they were also out of business. What the? I used my smart phone and checked for other florists, found one, and drove there. That store was still in business. I went in, looked through their book of arrangements, and chose one. The woman behind the counter looked it up on the computer, but couldn’t find it. She called to a woman working in the back, and asked her to come out and help her. The woman did, but couldn’t find it in the computer. She thought that maybe they were using an old book. But, since I liked the arrangement, they could describe it to the local FTD florist in Rockville, and something similar would be put together. It was at that point that I realized that I could have/should have just gone online and ordered an arrangement on the FTD website. It would have been quicker and cheaper. Too late. On the upside, I helped a local business scrape by for another day. That was worth the effort.
Feel free to check back tomorrow for the rest of my story…