|This picture makes me wonder if there are things I enjoy that are as mind-boggling to others as wrestling is to me. I just don't get it.|
I was glad to be able to attend her funeral service, and saw there the Hops kitchen manager and his wife. I have no idea what the average number of funerals attended is for someone my age, but I would venture to guess that the 6 or 7 services I've been to is pretty normal. Every funeral is different, of course, but Dee's was different in new-to-me ways. Her family and many other attendees wore all white, for one thing. The change from dark attire was not mentioned, but I feel that they must have chosen to wear white in order to remember that they were celebrating her life and focusing not on grief, but on her peace and freedom from pain and sickness. One of Dee's daughters sang a beautiful solo, unaccompanied by any music or fanfare. I got goosebumps when she broke into tears in the middle of the song and the crowd picked up singing right where she had left off. Her voice was passionate and rich and I could have listened to song after song. A granddaughter of Dee's, about age 7, wrote and recited a short poem that was completely heartfelt and managed to be funny without being the least bit disrespectful. Others stood and spoke about Dee, reflecting on her love for God and family, her stubbornness, wit, kindness, and strength. More than one person remarked on how she never complained of pain or suffering, despite having been wheelchair bound or bedridden for 4 years before her death. It was a beautiful service, and a loving remembrance of an influential woman.
By my count, Hops produced three weddings, six bridesmaids, six children, and hundreds of lasting, true friendships. Working at Hops may have also been the catalyst for a few divorces and some criminal activity, but I chose not to count those. I realize that Dee was not Hops in a literal sense, but for those of us that worked with her there, there's no talking about one without the other.
|Former Hops employees have circled heads. Just sometimes, though.|
|Met each other and her maid of honor at Hops. Incidentally, Dee died owing me $100 for a bet I won about whether or not these two would stay together.|
Speaking of wasting time, she would probably have stopped reading this post wayyyyy up there, and rolled her eyes about my going on and on for so long. The thing is, it's hard to say good-bye when there's so much else to say. I'll conclude with this: Helen would have wanted random acts of kindness done in her memory. I believe Dee would want us to get to work, and to work hard at everything, no matter how insignificant it might seem. You might not realize whose world you're changing, just by being in it.