Mercury in Scorpio Opposite Uranus - Shocking News
That's just awful........
This is extremely heartbreaking. It is hard to hold tears back as I write this.
This hits home for me, and I appreciate your candid writing Elsa. It allows me to tap into my parents when they experienced the death of my little brother, adding more sympathetic depth to the experience.
Perhaps this is just the portion of the world I live in, but this is very prevalent. I have a son, and he and his pals are all sick of this lock down, depressed, eating habits have changed, etc.
You mentioned the deceased son always being photographed outside. I'm so glad you mentioned this. Reinvigorates me outdoor habits and activities. Hell, my son and his pals were out all weekend: pumpkin patch, bowling, etc.
I'm curious to know how the (ex?)wife of the father is doing too.
This is hard to read.
And the son's birth chart too!! Fuck!!!
Okay... the funeral. Words are hard to find. There was so much going on. So, so much. It was a good funeral. The best funeral that ever could have been, given the circumstance. I saw things there, I never saw before. Things I bet you never saw before, either. Some of the things I saw just popped my eyes out of my head. I don't know where to start besides, we got there.
There was a lot of people there. We were 30 minutes early. It was a smallish place, but big enough. The family was mostly seated... three rows reserved. No one was greeting anyone on the way in. The place is like a converted house. You pass through a lot of rooms; lots of people were gathered in small groups, talking quietly. In whatever case. we signed the guestbook, and went into the chapel. There was a gal from my husband's work already there, with her adult son (about 22 yo). We figured we would sit with her and she and her son were alone in the row, so that's where we headed.
We were going to sit with her because I have met her, but also because she's Catholic. Hardly anyone is Catholic around here and Protestant funerals confuse us to some extent. Anyway, we were there and in this case, the family was not up to chatting, at least it seemed this way.
The boy in his casket was striking in that he was propped up high in a way I've never seen, except in pictures. We were midway to the back of the chapel and I could clearly see him. People were standing near the casket and stuff. The video we had watched online was playing overhead... on a big screen. This is why I say so many pics of him. 20 min + reel, I saw it through 2.5 times.
My husband's boss came in and sat behind us. He shook my husband's hand and I was introduced to him. We also shook hands. He looked me in the eye and I liked him right away. He's a deacon in some church - Baptist, I think. Watching the film, I started to cry. I had Kleenex. Pretty soon the gal next to me started to cry.
Right here it gets extraordinary - there was a couple in front of the casket, my husband said these were the parents. So they were together. Really, together. Sorry, you guys, but the mother was stroking her son's hair. Her baby's hair. Her husband was consoling her. He had his arm around her and was rubbing her back. You could tell at least she was crying. Her body was shaking... she continued to stroke the boy's hair. Her husband moved in closer to comfort her. He was talking to her, I'm pretty sure. The gal next to me started to cry.
Pallbearers came in. There were the boy's peers, all wearing jeans and pale light demin-ish blue shirts, which I am sure were purchased at Walmart, earlier in the week. There were MORE than eight of them.. like a dozen boys came in, all sizes, but all young. They had seats reserved in front, other side from the family. I was pretty sure the place was filling up but I never did look back, not once.
I wanted to see the film so I could better understand the loss. At some point, my husband's boss asked my husband to slide over so he could sit with us... we were sort of the "work group" at that point. It struck all of us, I think. Excluding the young man, everyone else in our row had a son. My husband and I knew everyone's son. This is just something that registered.
The parents stayed at the casket for an extended time, but eventually returned to their seats... the mother was particularly reluctant. If you're a mom, I know you understand. She'd like to take his place. The husband was doing what men should do but also, clearly distraught. He kept his arm on her waist, escorting her to her seat. This is when the dog food arrived.
I am not kidding. Out of nowhere, some guy come walking down the center, carrying a 25# of dog food on his shoulder. What in the possible F could he be thinking?
To be continued.
Okay, so the father came to see my husband at work. Stayed and talked to him for an hour... while my husband continued to work. His wife is staying with him (in the house) for now. She had moved out.
I will finish when I can. I have to deal with Lupus right now. Seasons changing and various other sundries.
Continued from above...
When the man came in with the dog food, I was completely confused. He just came right up the center - this is a funeral we're at - lugging this bag of food. Whatever he was doing, could he not have waited until after the service?
If he were to take a hard right, in front of the pews, facing the casket, he would parade right by the family in the front door; to leave by a side door. That's what I expected. And I felt all kinds of things... like maybe even, offended? I am really hard to offend.
When the guy to the front; he had this look on his face, by the way. Like he was doing something he didn't want to do. But he got to the casket, went around the side of it, up on a platform, where he set it down?
I don't know if he set it down, because he stayed back there and I really couldn't see, because he was behind A LOT of flowers. Right here, I thought it might have to do with the boy's dog?
I know this makes no sense. Are going to bury him with dog food? Why do they need dog food? Purina dog food?
I thought of his dog because when my husband I watched the film for the first time... I was crying through it. But when they showed this boy's dog, swimming towards him in a lake, with a frisbee, that's when my husband shed some tears. Oh man.
The gal next to me did not say a word. We're real similar as we're dark (for around here). My husband is too, but he's half-from-Georgia so he's got that twang. We're all Catholic so we were all sitting straight-backed as if a nun would correct us if we didn't. But make no mistake, this was no the (sad) Twilight Zone.
Even if I had tried to lift up and peer over, I don't think I could have seen where the man and the dog food had gone. Like out a back door, maybe? There were a lot of flowers, blocking the view so I just focused on them, the casket and the video that continued to play.
to be continued.
This is so tragic. 😢 My son is the same age. This is my absolute worst nightmare. My prayers are with this family.
This lockdown shit is not healthy for kids at all.