An old gentleman who was always a more or less adopted uncle to me asked me about 8 months ago. Told me he didn’t have long left and he needed one more favor of me, said some day soon I’d get a call and his family would need me to carry him. I assured him I would even as much as I hate going to funerals he’d been too good to me over the years to let him down.
A month ago he passed, thankfully I got word when he got bad and was able to go sit and visit with him for a little while one last time while he still had his wits. But I waited and waited and never got the call, didn’t want to call and impose in case his blood family had made other plans. Got to the service and had to smile, he was always a frugal old guy and he’d decided last minute to be cremated, I figured he saw the price difference and changed his mind. As much as I hated the thought I still feel honored that he asked and I was able to accept, for both of our sake.
