Today I bury my dear friend Mary. My “original” LOLITS.

Last night, I enjoyed meeting her grandchildren and two sons who live in Texas but flew “back home” to Maryland for the funeral. Yep, they were wearing boots as were the grandsons.

Today…

Mary’s two sons, three grandsons, and I will pull on nice dress boots with suits to serve as pallbearers for Mary at her funeral. I was honored to be asked to be the sixth pallbearer. I didn’t know this, but Mary told her children that I was sort of an “adopted son.” How sweet.

Her family and I talked about whether or not to wear boots with suits last night. We had quite a discussion. But the ultimate question won the day — “how does she remember you?” Answer: in boots. So that made the decision and got the boys over their hesitancy and fear.

It will be a rough time for me. I haven’t served as a pallbearer in a long time.

I will be picking up and bringing three of our fellow grocery shoppers — also LOLITS — to the service. My spouse who loathes social occasions will be there with me, because I will need his support as I “lose it.”

You see, Mary left instructions for how she wanted her funeral to go. As you recall from my previous post, Mary was a singer, and inspired many others to join her in flash-mobbing me in grocery stores, on my front lawn, and elsewhere to sing for me.

My three LOLITS friends were asked by Mary’s daughter to comply with Mary’s wishes, and sing this song for me, Thank You For Being A Friend:

Ahhhh… gonna be rough indeed.

Life is short: show those you love how you love them.