Awww
Sat., January 13, 03:57 PM
The day did not begin well. Keeping track of Husband's extra medication has made me forgetful. Affter my usual routine of get up/get the paper/make coffee, etc., I started my breakfast and then realized I had forgotten my own once-a-week pill. (I'm supposed to take it before I eat.) Oh, well, I ll take it tomorrow. That's one. Two was when I began to give Husband his pills and realized I had forgotten to get his refill.
I had remembered to call the doctor, 'cause there were no refills left, but I had not wanted to go out all week, so I didn't pick them up. It wasn't urgent; we had enough through Friday -- but this is Saturday. I asked U.D. if she would drive me to the store.
There are several equally convenient routes, so when she saw flashing lights up ahead (an accident?), she turned to the next block. More lights and police cars, even fire engines, and lots of officers standing at attention; we realized a funeral was about to go by.
Awww. We knew who it was. A young policeman, who had been shot a couple of years ago but had recovered enough to join his co-workers, suffered a fatal heart attack this week. He had gone to school with my kids (which means he was in his thirties), and he leaves a wife and two children.
Many cars were driving through a gas station to turn around, but U.D. pulled over out of respect. "Let me know when you're ready to leave," she said.
I remembered an old bit of Jewish tradition: it is a mitzvah to join a funeral procession for a short time, even if you are not acquainted with the deceased or his family. (A mitzvah is defined sometimes as a blessing and sometimes as a commandment; it really is both.)
We waited for the hearse and the limos. The officers got back into their vehicles, and we continued on our way. It seemed like the right thing to do, though it was difficult. I am glad I wasntt driving.
Maybe tomorrow I will get back on track.
