Today is my 57th birthday. It was also just another day at work. Saturday is the busiest day of our week. People seem to schedule funerals so they do not have to take off from work.
We had five services today and one new family to meet with. Making things a little more complicated, it started snowing at 6:00am.
Today was the third day in a row, of at least 12 hour work days for most of our staff. In reality, several of us worked a normal, 40 hour workweek in three days. That’s the way it goes sometimes.
Welcome to funeral service.
This afternoon, just as we were preparing for one of the services, my phone rang and it was our youngest daughter. I could not take the call, but was able to call her back a few minutes later.
The call went something like this:
Megan: Happy Birthday Daddy, I wanted to call now because I’m going skydiving in about a hour
Me: Oh, that’s nice, thanks. . . You are doing what?
Megan: Skydiving. I always wanted to go skydiving”
Me: On my birthday? What if you get killed?
Megan: That’s why I’m calling beforehand
Me: What will happen to Martha if you get killed?
Megan: Anne Elise will get her.
Me: I guess I would get my Volvo back?
Me: Have you told your mother?
Megan: No, she would freak out
Me: Understandably so. Please call me after you land
Megan: Ok. Happy Birthday. Love you.
Me: Thanks. Love you too. Have fun. Gulp.
That was one of the longest hours of my life as I recall two, different skydiving accidents during my Fire/EMS career. Not pretty memories.
As fate had it, she jumped out of a perfectly functioning airplane, flying at 14,000 feet. She landed as intended and gets to keep the puppy, my old car and the memories.
Never a dull moment.