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Aug. 28th, 2003 02:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transpaoit seems like it's a pattern... maybe it's just because I'm focasing on it right now, but it seems that most of the significant people in my life die in the fall.
Mrs. Janet Herd's funeral is tomorrow at 2pm.
This was one of the women that raised me. I remember being scared of her wig the first time I ever saw it off her head. I remember eating corn flakes at her hosue with suger on them. I remember the time Jamie Reece made me believe that there was a monster in the pond behind her house. He woke me up in the middle of the night shinning a flashlight in my face screaming "sea monster" I remember the selloite of Janet emerging from her bedroom... standing in the door way with her SHOTGUN. I remember hiding under the bed afraid of both the sea monster and the shotgun. I remember the hickory i'd have to go pick when I was bad. I remember her telling me she didn't know how old she was, and how it made me feel. I remember her telling me I had to get back in the bathtub because a bath that takes less then 5 minutes did not get me clean. I remember the haunted church.
I can look over and on the shelf to my right the ceramic piggie bank she gave me is looking at me.
Tomorrow I'll be the only white girl at the church, like when I was a kid. My brother said he isn't sure he wants to go to the funeral, but I have too. I haven't cried yet. I can barely believe it. I hadn't seen her in so many years. I have to see her a last time or it will never be real.
Mrs. Janet Herd's funeral is tomorrow at 2pm.
This was one of the women that raised me. I remember being scared of her wig the first time I ever saw it off her head. I remember eating corn flakes at her hosue with suger on them. I remember the time Jamie Reece made me believe that there was a monster in the pond behind her house. He woke me up in the middle of the night shinning a flashlight in my face screaming "sea monster" I remember the selloite of Janet emerging from her bedroom... standing in the door way with her SHOTGUN. I remember hiding under the bed afraid of both the sea monster and the shotgun. I remember the hickory i'd have to go pick when I was bad. I remember her telling me she didn't know how old she was, and how it made me feel. I remember her telling me I had to get back in the bathtub because a bath that takes less then 5 minutes did not get me clean. I remember the haunted church.
I can look over and on the shelf to my right the ceramic piggie bank she gave me is looking at me.
Tomorrow I'll be the only white girl at the church, like when I was a kid. My brother said he isn't sure he wants to go to the funeral, but I have too. I haven't cried yet. I can barely believe it. I hadn't seen her in so many years. I have to see her a last time or it will never be real.
