How Does One Die and Get into a Coffin???? And What Do the Undertakers Do With Me?

This my dear friends, was a topic which caused great pondering for my dear Mama this past weekend. It all began Sunday morning as I was helping her dress and get ready for the day. "Who would have ever thought that my little daughter would be preparing me for burial," said Mama.

I expostulated by telling her that I was not preparing her for burial but helping her dress for this special day which was Mother's Day! After a few moments, "Who would have ever thought that my dear daughter would be preparing me for burial?" I repeated my remonstrance with great vehemence--to no avail.

On to breakfast. I prepared her breakfast, took it to her and she began to eat as I tidied up the kitchen. But then she began to cry. When I asked her what was the matter she said that she was "just thinking." A little later she said she needed to go in to the ladies' room "before I go." "Before you go where?" I asked. She replied that she supposed the undertaker was coming to get her any time now. Help!!!!

I assured her that the undertaker is never called until a person is dead, to which she expressed surprise because she supposed that maybe they needed to give her a pill or stick her with something to make her die! Oh me oh my, oh me oh my! I told her no one was going to stick her with anything or give her anything! Obviously in great distress, she asked what she was to do then? I told her that she was going to just relax and enjoy Mother's Day. But then she began to cry again and say that she didn't want to just be hanging around lying in her coffin all day!!!

Now what? About then I decided that it would be a good thing to play the organ for her, which I did for about 30 minutes or so. That seemed to quiet her down and bring her peace--until Neil came up after church and she began to ask him the same questions all over again.

Now you know why I'm a little crazy some of the time, if not all of the time. When I'm in the middle of it, I feel crazy, but when I come home and tell my family the stories and they laugh with me, I can take a deep breath and keep on going.