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Weddings and Funerals

Yesterday was the open house for my dad. He didn't want a funeral or service of any kind, so we just had that. My best friend A came, which was nice. We mostly stood around talking and eating food for the entire four hours.

The container with my dad's ashes was on a table with all the cards and pictures of him. It really weirded me out, thinking about how all that's left of him is in there. My step-mother had a mat for a picture frame that people could write on. Nobody did - I don't think anyone knew what to say. I certainly couldn't think of anything appropriate or short enough to write there.

I went out with A and her boyfriend (soon to be fiance) to his sister's house. We had a couple glasses of wine and I forgot to call my mom to confirm that I was sleeping over there, which started an arguement for another post.

This afternoon I went out with A and her mom to David's Bridal to look at dresses. (Just to be clear; she is not delusional. They are for sure getting married - he has the ring and they've already decided on late August next year. He just hasn't officially proposed yet.) It was a lot of fun watching her try on dresses, even if it was a bit hard knowing that my dad will never get to see me get married.

We narrowed the dress options down to two - we're just waiting for the store to get one of them in her size so she can make a good comparison. We also picked out the bridesmaids dresses. They have a line of bridesmaids dresses where you can pick the color of the dress and the accent colors, and then each bridesmaid can pick the style that best flatters her body type. A is determined to be a considerate bride and wants everyone to feel like they look good, instead of picking a hideous bridesmaids dress so she looks better in comparison (yes, some women actually do this).

It was a fun day and it was nice to focus on a happy occasion after such a sad one.


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Jun. 28th, 2010 03:34 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry to hear about your dad. :( Seeing someone become an urn of ashes is...really weird, yes. (One of my relatives died and was cremated when I was a kid and my uncle had her urn at the breakfast table before we went to take her to the cemetery. That is a strangeness I will never forget.)

But congrats to your friend! I work for DB so I know the BM dresses you're talking about--they're really cute and I'm glad you had a good experience there!
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