My Grandpa Hooper was everything. I was his Beaner and he drove me to swim practice and golf practice. Drove me back to his house for dinner of stew, meatloaf, round steak, and of course the occasional surprise porketta. Breakfast for dinner of my favorite cheese omelet on the planet that to this day has never been recreated. The thought of spending a day having flashbacks of Christy and Grandpa Hooper did not seem like something I wanted to do. Let alone having them while maintaining composure that my brother-in-law was the reason I was there and my sister was on display.
I had nerves the whole day family viewing was set first then it would be open to the public. I had already spent the evening messaging our closest friends and family because of the obituary. Now anyone who knows my sister and her story would have assumed in lieu of flowers donations would have been either designated a specific account for her girls or a foundation such as St. Judes. Since my sister's dad "Budd" died at age 20 of leukemia St. Jude's makes sense. I worked at a local credit union and could have set up an account specific to receive funds for benefit of the girls, as well. Neither option was identified on the obituary instead it stated, "In lieu of flowers memorial contributions may be made to the family payable to..." If you guessed it listed my brother-in-law's name you would be correct. We had many family not only from my sister's father's side but, our mother's, our dad's, and friends all not wanting to make their check payable to him. So I was fielding phone calls and messages to advise to make payable to us and I would ensure it would go into an account for the girls.
I was anxious about who I would see, how to control my emotions, and most of all how I was going to handle my 4 year old niece's arrival. We had arranged that adult would go first then my niece would be brought up. She would not be there long and would leave during the break between private family and open to the public viewing. She would be taken back to my parent's house where the baby was being watched between my best friend and my in-laws. I was told not to worry but my niece is beyond her years and her intelligence is what I feared.
Waiting in this little room at the funeral home anticipating seeing her face which is what I had been a consistent thought through my head since the moment I found out my sister died was nerve racking. I was fidgety and just being there with my sister's in-laws and her husband was making me feel ill. I felt the giggles coming on and that too brought up memories only my big sister would understand.
My family's second home was our Chevrolet Astro Minivan. My mom drove them from roughly 1986/7ish until about 2007ish. She purchased the last year it was made and the Van was actually what my sister was driving around prior to her death. We drove everywhere growing up. The five of us with our luggage in our designated seats. I sat behind Dad who was the driver, my little sister was behind my mom the navigator, and my big sister alone with the whole back bench seat to herself. When we would get restless on long road trips I would tend to get the giggles. My big sister whispered to me, "think of dead people." She wanted me to think of something not funny or happy but either sad or scary so that I could curb my giggling and reduce our punishment.
I sat there reminiscing in order to curb my inappropriate nervous giggles think that I wish this was all a dream. I knew my sister and her brother-in-law were friends they had worked together when she worked for Little Caesars her as manager him as a driver. I find similarities in siblings and it helps me to identify with them and understand them. I felt that when we stood up for our siblings at their wedding we were somewhat similar. We were both the middle child, he was not that much older than me, we were the first of our siblings to go to college and complete courses, both of our older siblings could be difficult and we were the responsible ones. I wanted to see if I could feel out what he was thinking about his brother. I wanted to know why they went to the police the morning my parents went and what they knew. I also knew I couldn't divulge we knew they had went.
All this ran through my head waiting to be escorted into a room where my sister would be wearing the outfit I bought her and she would be lifeless laying in a casket. Funerals are fine I can mind over matter and ignore the casket. Looking in it though is whole different level and leaving the casket for good that is next level but for a later blog.
We were told we could enter and that is when I realized we were not in the "normal" room I had been in for all my other funerals. Grandpa Hooper and most recently his brother, Uncle Tom, had both been in the big room at the end of the hall. This room was the first room and I must say it was oddly shaped. This caused me to be completely discombobulated when trying to figure out where stuff was. Since my anxiety was at all time high, I was getting flustered just trying to find the bathroom let alone the lounge area where food would later. To reduce my anxiety I literally mentally shut down my bladder and only traveled to two areas. The room my sister was in and the lobby out to the vestibule heading outside. I knew this was irrational but I was afraid of who I would see, what I would say, and how I would react so I limited my accessibility.
I looked around the room hearing muffled sobs from my immediate family. I walked up to the casket and peered in. Well they were blonde, wearing the outfit I chose, hands one on top the other below her diaphragm, but it was so surreal to see because this wasn't my sister. I mean yes it WAS her body but it was lifeless. Her eyes closed and mouth appeared sealed shut like I had never seen her look before. I looked for evidence of why I needed to see her face as my brain kept telling me but the makeup made nothing appear. This was my sister but NOT my sister all at the same time. She shouldn't be in this casket or laying there. Yes, as she would have wanted, she was barefoot but this was all wrong none of this was right. My Grandma Keirns was dressed for bed with an afghan to keep her warm. My Grandpa Hooper was in his brother's suit because my Grandma insisted but we all knew he should be in KMart blue jeans and his Tool Time Binford Tools t-shirt that he only wore for "special occassions." My sister should not be in this casket on display and she is going to stand up at any moment and tell me "Gotcha." Well that didn't happen but it didn't change the fact that I wanted to go right up to my brother-in-law and say point blank, "What did you do!"
Someone called my name knocking me back to reality saying my niece was on her way. I walked to my second approved location the vestibule where my sister's brother-in-law opted to join me. It was just the two of us this was my chance to ask questions... crap I didn't prepare for this moment to actually occur. How do I say something without spilling the beans?
Maybe that is why my nickname is Beaner shortened to Bean... because I suck at lying so I always Spill the Beans.
I only had a few minutes our niece would be here and any moment and I would be 100% focused on her. I didn't want her to be traumatized by this moment. What do I say... Hey so where were you Wednesday morning? Anything interesting going on at the police station?
I needed to take a deep breath and calm this anxiety before I opened my mouth. Seriously, this is my opportunity calm down stay focused and stop panicking. I am wasting time so I guess I should say something now...
To be continued...
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