I used to be a little boy…so old in my shoes
Cell phones definitely permeate our lives. Recently I had my first experience with a cell phone at a funeral. Right in the middle of the service a phone went off. I see it happening. Someone forgetting to turn their phone off. Not realizing that they may get called. The part I don’t see is actually taking the phone call and walking a mere six feet away and talking. People are definitely interesting. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
The funeral was my grandmothers. It was a very nice service. It brought to mind different memories of her. Happy remembrances of her life. Funny little moments. She was such an animal lover. I hope she enjoyed her life and went peacefully.
“I used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes” is from a smashing pumpkins song. I don’t know the meaning of the total song, but that line has always stuck in my head. At the funeral my grandfathers grave was there. I used to think that I was about 11 or 12 when he passed away, but now realize I was 9. I was the oldest grandchild and the only one allowed to go. I remember being proud of that fact. I was old enough to go. It was a special feeling. I felt so old in my shoes. Then I saw the open casket. It was my first experience seeing what death meant. I was then the little boy crying. I still have remembrances of that day. I wasn’t ready for it. It was a day that I thought I was a “grown up”, when really I wasn’t even close.
I don’t know what else to say.