Friends and Funeral Services – What Those Words Together Mean to Me

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Growing up I had a difficult time explaining certain things when asked.  Like my mother’s maiden for instance.  My mom’s maiden name is the same as her married name.  I learned early on that people would look at me strangely and say…”you have a Grandma and Grandpa Mueller, and a Grandma and Grandpa…?”  To which I would reply “Mueller.”  Sigh… if only that were the only confusion I was faced with.

When we were asked what kind of jobs our parents had, I had to explain my mother worked at a funeral home.  You wouldn’t believe how many teachers thought I was being a smart alek with that one.  But it’s true.  

Now I’ve only been to one funeral here in South Dakota, and I don’t know if funeral services here are different then say funeral services in boulder co – but I spent a good many of the younger years of my life hanging out at the funeral home where my mom worked. 

I often went with my mom to work the year I was in Kindergarten since I only attended half days, I’d sit with a coloring book and crayons and hang out in the office while she played the organ for the service.  When I was a tween and teen I would  help at the receptions by pouring coffee or cleaning up afterward.  I even got to see an embalming done once.  The name of the funeral service she works for is actually called “Friends.”

And that’s who was there for us when both my in-laws passed away.  It surely helped my husband with the grieving process of saying good-bye to his dad and mom knowing that their remains were being respected and treated with dignity.  The owner was ever so compassionate and he opened the funeral home the evening we arrived from out of town so my husband could have a private viewing of his mom to say one last farewell.

Some people think it’s creepy or weird, but my mom has worked there for 35+ years, so the staff are like family to us and her job…well in our world it’s normal – and honestly there is nothing you want more when you have to plan a funeral for a loved one then to have “Friends” close by.  

This is a sponsored post however, all the points and views are my own.

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