Today was my dad's memorial service. I had planned to basically read the blog I wrote about him the day he died on March 7th. Then I got to my mom's house Thursday. Then my brother arrived Friday. Then my mother repeatedly said things like "I hope no one says anything stupid.", "this is not a comedy club it's a Catholic church." and "Don't talk about how your father swore all the time." My speech suddenly got very short.
I was conflicted. I called my girlfriend in Jersey to ask what to do. She said I had to decide who I wanted pissed at me my mom or my dad. Logically you would go with the one who is living. But I made an exception and told everybody how my dad talked like a sailor. But I learned one thing: No matter what you do somebody will think you should have done the opposite. So you just be you. Like my dad - damn it.