The director of the funeral home proved incapable of interiorizing the information that we are burying our mother and not grandmother. We corrected him a half dozen times but he kept repeating “your grandmother’s funeral.”
I’m starting to think we dressed in too adolescent a manner for this visit.
Let me know if you’re open to a dark, tasteless joke about this situation (you’ve mentioned Ukrainians enjoying this but I’m still hesitant)
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Well, I’m realizing my joke isn’t really funny with the warning that it’s coming, but oh well.
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It’s a good thing your mother isn’t around to hear this…
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😆😆
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A conservative literary critic and college professor
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