16/6/17

lunabee34: (help by jjjean65)
I've been sick, and I didn't sleep well last night. Josh got up with the kids, and he came to get me about 8:15 saying my mom had called earlier (earlier?! they're one hour earlier than we are re: timezones) and wanted me to call her back. I do, assuming that something is wrong, maybe with Dad, and she just didn't want to say in front of Josh for some reason?

But, no. No, what she wanted to tell me was far different. She'd emailed me earlier in the week to tell me that one of my high school teachers died. Let's call him Coach A. Coach A was a good man. He taught me science for two years in high school. He took an interest in me, loaning me a couple of science fiction books. I have fond memories of him and was sad to hear he had passed.

Apparently, his widow called my parents yesterday to tell them that Coach A had always really liked me and that he thought I had a beautiful singing voice and at some point he had told her that he wanted me to sing at his funeral.

At this point, if I'd been drinking coffee, there would have been a spittake.

I mean, I am deeply flattered that he remembered me fondly, but who calls people two days before the funeral of someone they haven't seen in 20 years (20 years! It's been 20 years since I've seen these people!) to ask them to sing at the funeral? Clearly, she was thinking I still lived locally rather than several states away, but that seems odd to me as a last minute request.

Dad said, "I told her you live too far away to make it in time and that you probably hadn't been practicing."

Ahahhahahahhahahahah. Can you say that again? I was in choir in high school and sang beautifully then, but I smoked in undergrad, and I think I damaged my vocal chords because I just can't do it anymore. My range is completely shot, and I can't consistently hit pitch (which sucks because I hear when I'm wrong). So, ah. No. Lorraine will not be singing.

Then Mom wanted me call the widow and talk to her, and I had to hard nope out of that. I'm not calling somebody I never really knew and haven't seen in 20 years to deny them a sentimental request while they're in the throes of grief. Mom abruptly got off the phone with me after that, and I spent the whole day thinking she was annoyed with me before she texted me to let me know she wasn't pissed; they were just heading to chemo in a hurry.

*headdesk*

The upshot is, no horrifically awkward phone calls for me! Hurrah! I will send a lovely sympathy card, though.
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