Long, long ago, I had a coworker that jumped off a bridge. After years of not being in contact with his young daughter, he tried to get sober. He'd started talking to her, things were going well. But he just couldn't give it up. So he jumped.
He was a super nice guy, and a great employee. His family held his memorial in the middle of the day and workshift, so very few of us could go. We get there, and it's in a large conference room at a local hotel. With WITH a full fucking bar.
If you are gonna have a wake, have one. But this was all set up run like a memorial. Apparently their need to drink during the service kept them from having it at a funeral home, it church, or wherever.
Hell, I even went to one in a high school gym once and it was full. He lived two separate lives with two separate families (not two wives, he was Native American, but adopted into a white family, but then was very active with his birth family), so both communities, and also rally family for 40 of my years so he knew a motherfuckton of people.
Sorry, sidetracked
He was a super nice guy, and a great employee. His family held his memorial in the middle of the day and workshift, so very few of us could go. We get there, and it's in a large conference room at a local hotel. With WITH a full fucking bar.
If you are gonna have a wake, have one. But this was all set up run like a memorial. Apparently their need to drink during the service kept them from having it at a funeral home, it church, or wherever.
Hell, I even went to one in a high school gym once and it was full. He lived two separate lives with two separate families (not two wives, he was Native American, but adopted into a white family, but then was very active with his birth family), so both communities, and also rally family for 40 of my years so he knew a motherfuckton of people.
Sorry, sidetracked
