Tuesday, March 4, 2008

My Weekend

I helped a friend move his Mom this past weekend. His Dad recently passed away and friends and family rallied together to move the Mom out of the family’s house and into a more manageable townhouse. It took quite awhile to load up the hugest U-haul I’ve ever seen not to mention 5 cars worth of family belongings.

This event was rattling to say the least on the family as they were in the process of saying goodbye to the patriarch and the house the kids were raised in. Saturday we got over to the new house and everyone pitched in to unload this behemoth of a truck. Once the truck was unloaded I started to unload the Mom’s car, I grab a Crock Pot and a beach bag looking knapsack. I ‘m pretty excited we’re almost done with out major breakdowns from my friend or his two sisters. As I reach the front door I stop and start talking about how great it feels to be almost done. Just then I hear someone scream. My buddy then turns to me as says “You GOT to be kidding me?! Dude that’s my Dad!” I look down into the Crock Pot. He then takes the bag from my hand. Their father’s ashes were being swung around by me inside of a knapsack. The sisters were still recoiling in horror.

So that was my weekend. You?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yep...... Glad you weren't singing somethign like 'Swingin... just a swingin....' when you walked in with Pop's ashes.....

... Although I did hear that Fimona had done the same thing earlier in the day with 'him'.....

Romach said...

Oh Jesus! I felt for you reading that post. If that were me, I would have wanted to crawl up my own ass hole out of embarrassment!

Gooster said...

I can see the embarrassment for you, but really, it isn't your fault. They should've made it a point to take care of their father themselves towards the beginning! So as to not create a situation.

derek said...

oh man that is too funny!