Home Again Home Again

Had to go back to NJ this weekend for a funeral. It was my dad's sister's husband and I didn't know him very well. So, to be perfectly honest, I wasn't really too sad about it. I mean, I'd only met the guy twice. Still, we used to be very close to my Aunt (until she got really weird and started sporting a fake British accent which, apparently, is par for the course in Morristown, NJ...) and now she's twice widowed.

One comforting thing was that the church was packed. (Yes, I said church. I was in a church for three hours and nothing burned down and no one melted.) By all accounts, this guy was really quiet and although he did a lot of volunteering, he wasn't very social. But the church was literally standing room only. It gave me hope that maybe, just maybe, actions do speak louder than words.

On the up side, I did get to see my best friend and her daughter, who is now gainfully employed at the local Taco Bell. We amused ourselves by calling her "Ma Bell" and making goofy faces at her all night. It was so great to see her - both of them - and catch up. Really makes me realize how lonely I am for a friend who's close by, someone I can ask to coffee or a beer and not have to drive an hour or five to do it.

So basically, the entire weekend confirms for me that I really need to get out and make some friends. And whether that's volunteering, taking a class, or actually speaking to the people I see every week in yoga, well, I've gotta do something.

File it under eye openers and growth experiences.