Mama's Wake

This is about the people you meet at a wake. True story.

 

Mama’s Wake

Written by T. L. O’Neal

 

     When Mama passed away she had been in the hospital for three weeks, and it was all of a sudden. It was the dead of winter and we were covered in what had been an ice storm. As things would have it, our car was broke down too with a blown head gasket. I was in the process of fixing this bucket of bolts when the ice storm hit. 

 

    So I had to fix this car in the ice and cold with tears in my eyes to get my family to the wake. I couldn’t of got through this without my wife, kids and brothers. I don’t deal with stress very well; never have really, so my brothers handled all the arrangements.

 

   When there’s a funeral it always seems to bring out the strangest people at times. There are always family members that you can’t stand, or ones that you don’t have a clue about who in the hell they are. Plus the typical little old ladies’ delegation that always comes in droves with their funny little hats, strong perfume and clothes that smell of mothballs. Then you have the regulars that come just to visit and gossip, and they’re usually the same ones that always show-up at the homes too for a free meal. I bet their grocery bill for the year is hardly anything and their kitchen is always clean from lack of use. If it were up to me, I’d prefer to go to a restaurant than following around the dead. Not the “Grateful Dead” mind you, that’s a whole different group of people. Well, at Mama’s wake it wasn’t any different in this respect either.

 

   So this is my account on some of the goings on that I recall and what my brothers could. It was a stressful situation to say the least for all of us, but we got through it and the aftermath with each other’s support and the support of our spouses. To them I will always be grateful.

 

   The boys and I and our respected partners got in line and readied for the visiting hours as some call it to start. Luckily my nerves had steadied somewhat from crying the last two days, and a half of a tranquilizer didn’t hurt either. The line started to form and the people started coming on down the line. There were a lot of people I didn’t know, some I did, and some I just didn’t care to see at all.

 

   Everyone knows me for the most part because I always lived around here and I had a little fame as an artist in the area years ago. My brother Alan is the oldest, so a lot of people knew him too, but my younger brother Mark, it always seemed that most people didn’t know who he was. He always referred to himself as the forgotten one in a joking manner. So when it came to relatives he was the lucky one because they never knew who he was, it was better than a disguise.

 

   It always seemed that no matter where we went, the most frequent question asked of me and sometimes my brothers was if I’m the one that draws, paints or does artwork, well you get the idea. As the people started coming down the line you could hear it being asked, since I was the one last in line and the other two said no. It was a safe bet that the artsy hippie looking one was it. I bet I was asked that question thirty times or better. Now I know that in a situation like this that some people don’t know what to say except the standard I’m sorry and whatnot. I never knew what to say in those situations for that matter either. So I just took it all in stride and answered yes to these people as best that I could with a smile on my face. After a while of it I did get a little tickled and embarrassed at the question though.

 

    Mama’s preacher came down the line and spoke to my oldest brother and his wife first. With the customary handshake and the “I’m so sorry.” bit. Then he went to my younger brother and his wife who were next in line and did the same little spill. When he got to my wife and me, he turned on his heel and didn’t say a thing, just left. The way he turned so quickly on his heel, you would of thought that he had some Nazi training for sure. Maybe he didn’t like the longhair and earrings, or the fact that I was bipolar, I’m not even sure if he knew that or not. But that’s beside the point; there was no call to treat me or my family that way, especially under the circumstances. He snubbed my family and me at the funeral service and the gravesite too. I suspect that it wasn’t an oversight when it happened three times. Some people are just born a******s I guess; it’s an infliction on their soul.

 

    Maybe he didn’t read that part in the Bible about not judging yet, I couldn’t tell ya. But I suspect that he will be judged for that and a lot of other things when his time comes. It isn’t any wonder that I don’t have much use for organized religion. Don’t get me wrong; I have faith in God, science, and myself; just not much in people who claim to be this and that. If you have to go around claiming to be something, then more than likely you’re not. Because all you’re doing is just trying to convince yourself anyways.

 

    Well Dad did show up, believe it or not. I thought to myself, you know, maybe he will try to be a parent now after all these years. Boy was I ever wrong; he’s the poorest damn excuse for a parent I ever heard of. Around here you would call him a piss-poor father. All he wanted to do it seemed, was to find my deceased uncle’s wife. I know this because he asked me three times where the hell she was, and he did the same thing at the gravesite too. Now I don’t know why he was all hopped up on finding her, and to tell you the truth I really don’t want to know. But I do suspect it was to try to get permission to get back into my dead uncle’s pond, that’s what I’m keeping in my mind anyways. I really don’t want to know any different. After all this we saw even less of him, and at this point and time I haven’t talked to him since 11/04. And my brothers haven’t since early 05’ I think.

 

     That aunt I was talking about was something, nosey as can be and tough too. She would have bourbon and a little tap water for breakfast. All that hard living made her look pretty rough too; my brother always said she looked like an old shoe, without the laces of course. Just glad she wasn’t a blood relative; we have enough drunks on Dad’s side of the family anyways.

 

   Some old woman came up to me, must have been close to 90 years old or so and about 5 foot tall. That includes all the shrinking that occurred in all her years too. Anyhow, mind you I was clean-shaven at the time and had 6 earrings, all little hoops, plus I wore a collarless shirt with a large button cover and my suit. I was in line with my two brothers and their wives and me with mine at the time of course. When she came to me...and with her little old bony finger pointing at me, asked in a shaky voice if I was my brother to my left’s sister. So I replied in a manly voice, "Why yes, I am." Don't ask me why I said that, it was automatic and just typical of my smart-a*s mouth. She seemed a bit confused with that answer and left, so why ask the question anyways?

 

  Then came up Mama’s sister. We used to call her aunt Bush Ax, but of course not to her face. If it were more recent times, it probably would’ve been aunt Weedwacker, with all the technical advances and all you know. Anyway, that name sounds better but you have to work with what was relevant at the time. How that name came about was when we were kids; she, Grandma and Mama were all talking and she mentioned that she kept wearing out her gowns in the front.

 

Grandma asked, “Well, how do you keep doing that?”

 

My aunt replied, “ It’s because of all the hair.”

 

Grandma then said, “Well, why don’t you just trim it then.”

 

   Of course us kids were listening to all of this and being kids, we had to come up with some kind of a name to suit her. Mama told us not to say that but we could see that she thought it was funny too, because she could only hide her laughter so much.

 

    Now Mama’s sister was a smart one when it came to book smarts back in her day, but when it came to commonsense she was lacking quit a bit. She used to be a speechwriter for one of the governors back in the 50’s or 60’s. Whether he was ever re-elected or not, I couldn’t tell you. She never had kids or wanted any for that matter, so she never was too partial to any of us.

 

   Anyways, she was a bitter old gal and always seemed to be as long as I could remember. She kept her mouth drawled up so long and tight from that bitterness that all that tension put on her brain drove her as crazy as a loon. We probably hadn’t seen her in twenty years or better, and didn’t really care to either. So she came down the line with her husband and got to my older brother Alan first. She asked him who he was, believe it or not. Then next she said that she saw Mama walking around the day before. Now I can tell you one thing, if Mama was going to come down from heaven and show herself, it sure wouldn’t of been to her. But that wasn’t nothing compared to what she said to my younger brother next.

 

She said to him, “Guess how much I weight?”

 

   Now what the hell does that got to do with any damn thing is beyond me. I told you she was a bit off, ok, more than a bit. I don’t know if she thought he was one of those weight guessers at the state fair or what, not that he looked like one mind you. He was much better dressed and has all his teeth. We never had any carnie folk in our family that I can recall, thank God. So when she got to me she said that she was my aunt so and so.

 

I said, “I know.” In one of those I don’t give a rat’s a*s tones and I didn’t either.

 

   She isn’t one of my most favorite people in the world as you can probably tell. I could go through a cat’s 9 lives without seeing her and it still would have been too soon. Why and the hell couldn’t she of given me a line like she did the other two boys for I would of had something to work with? I could of come up with a quick comeback too, just my damn luck.

 

   Her husband was a bit of an odd one too; he had to be… living with her after all those years, the poor b*****d. He was giving out business cards to my kids, but I don’t think they were in any need of a résumé service at the time or anytime in the near future either. At least I don’t think so. He was giving them dollars too and telling them to buy something nice with it for some reason or other. And besides that, what in the world are you going to buy nice for a dollar? I guess I should of took them all down to the local Dollar Tree for a shopping spree and let them run wild for a spell.

 

    I never could understand to save my life why those people that don’t really give a damn or care to even talk to you, are the ones that always shows up to these things. They don’t just show up, they make a damn production out of it. Pardon my language but I could care less for those b******s and I know where they all can go too. If you can’t be real in life, then why be a phony in a time of death.

 

    There was this one woman that I just couldn’t stand, who was a friend of Mama’s. Now my kids were doing fine and she goes over there to talk to them. They were sitting over to the side and holding themselves together rather well and minding their own business. Next thing I know she had all of those kids squalling, and I mean squalling. This upset me to no end, so I went over there and asked her to please leave them be. She left and the kids settled down a bit and the next thing I knew they were pure squalling again. Yep, it was her again and it seemed she didn’t get the message the first time it was delivered. We all were under enough stress as it was, but cornering my kids again and making them cry, well that was too blame much for me to handle. I told her in no uncertain terms to leave my kids alone and stay the hell away from them from now on. They were all upset, but the youngest one was a pure nervous wreck.

 

   There was this other woman that I knew from school wearing a fuzzy sweater. Now my wife being 12 years younger than me at the time and still is I guess, well, she went through her teen years in the 80’s and said that sweater was from that particular period in time. Why she cared I couldn’t say, but anyhow she was a bone-a-fide expert on the 80’s. At least I thought she was, because that was all I ever heard about; the music, hair, fashion, etc. She knew her stuff though about it, but she always acted like it was a foreign concept to me. I lived through it too you know; hell I was a product of the 70’s in my teen years. I was in my 20’s at that time in the 80’s and I’m pretty sure I lived it a little more than she ever did. Anyways, she just kept talking about that damn sweater. She did also say fuzzy sweaters and greasy hair weren’t appropriate for a wake, I would have to agree with her on this point. But I didn’t notice anything special one way or the other about that sweater except for the fact that it was fuzzy.

 

   There were a lot of interesting and strange people there, but under the circumstances this is about all that I can remember. A lot of the time we were just on automatic and going through the motions. We saw a lot of people and spoke the regular things that are said, but for the most part…I just don’t remember everything about it.

 

     Well, nine o’clock finally arrived and it was over. I think we were all relieved from having to deal with everyone and standing inline for two hours. We all went and saw Mama one last time and said our goodbyes too. I rubbed her hand and kissed her on the forehead, never to see her face again.

 

   This was very hard for everyone to get through and I just would like to thank my brothers and their families, and my wife at the time and kids for their support with helping me to deal with this. I couldn’t of gotten through it all without them.

 

    Mama was a good woman, honest and fair. She had it pretty rough in life; Dad didn’t help in that respect either. Actually he was the majority of the problem or caused the biggest part of it. Anyhow, she had to play the role as mother and father, and did a rather decent job of it with what she had to work with. We all turned out rather well, but of course she had a hard time understanding me, hell I don’t even understand me to this day. But that’s beside the point; the point is that she was well loved by family, church, and community. And in my book that says it all.

 

 

Reviews

[Maria G.]

Althought this was a sad story of the passing of a relative, not just a relative but your mother, you managed to tell a great story without too much sentiment. Loved your description of some of the characters at the wake and how the oddest people turn up, so true.
I was also disgusted along with you at the treatment you were shown by a supposedly 'man of the cloth' as we say here, it kind of puzzled me why he acted that way, but it take's all sorts.
Thankyou for sharing this piece of your life, i hope writing this helped your grief.
Sorry it took so long to review your work, i will be reading more.

[Wicked Irish]

I could relate to this well, as you may know. You have a terrific way of relating things. Your mom would be proud. Kudos once again, T.L.

[Barry S. Maltese]

T - People are generally weird. We can hide it well, so the public doesn't see it, but it comes out during those awkward times when we really don't know how to act. Like I am certain that later that day many people were kicking themselves asking what they could have done to be more sensitive. . . . . like the minister, who could have been kinder to you, and the person who upset your kids.
All-in-all it was a great read. Your Mom sounded like a wonderful person. But how about the challenge of writing something about her life?! That would be an even better tribute than this was - and this was great!

[Antony]

Hey T, nice tribute to your mom, and I'm sure if she read this she would have a laugh or two.
Tony

[C. Harter Amos]

I could relate to this, having been to too many of these funerals myself with the odd assortment of relatives and funeral goers. It's a universal theme that you've managed, as usual, to handle in a unique way. You're really gifted to be able to find humor in such a situation. The last paragraph is a nice tribute to your mother. Thank you for sharing what must have been one of the most difficult times in your life, and for sharing your talent. - Mimi.

[Taja B.]

I'm sorry about your mothers death. I know that was a painful experience and I know it was evenmore painful when half of the people at her funeral were people you couldn't stand! It must have been an even harder time.....
But anyways, I do think that this is a good story. It was well written, descriptive, and depsite of it being a funeral, it was kind of funny because of some of the people at the funeral wasn't exactly the most normal people ever, and I think you described them well. Nice job on this.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

I'm sorry you had to go through that pain Terry. It must of been so hard for you to be out in the cold trying to fix your truck when all you can think about is your mother. And that nazi preacher sure was odd. Much love,
---mim

[Bubo]

Grateful Dead (Clever)

What an account of a very sad day..........having to deal with so many people, including a father who was obviously not there to support you and questions when your just trying to deal with losing your mum.
I was glad to see words about your mum at the end, giving us an insight to the woman who would be so missed.
And still you have humour in here, still............which i think is wonderful!

[Eagle Cruagh]

A most enjoyable read, even when such a sad thing is
the subject of discussion. I say enjoyable because this
writer is a genuine philosopher. These are the greatest
descriptions of the bizarre qualities that seem to be generated
in times of death, weddings and other family gatherings.
It is always hard for me to review this author. I may wind up
in one of his future character studies. Just kidding! But, you
have to admit, T.L uses every personality trait known to mankind
and weave a story that we will never forget.
I hope you don`t feel that you have a corner on all the most bizarre
relatives Terry, we all have them, we simply could never draw pictures
of them like you do.
I hope you are working on a new story for us. This was a genuine
class act. Thank you ! A FAVORITE.