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While at my parents house on Sunday, my father told me an old high school classmate of his had passed away and he was going to the wake.
He hadn’t known this guy in high school, but they had gotten to know each other as members of their reunion committee. It turns out the guy had never married, had no children and very little family, just one sister who lived in New Jersey and his elderly mother, whom he helped take care of (she lived in an assisted living community down the block from his apartment).
My dad thought it was important to go to the wake since the guy had had very little family, and because “it’s the right thing to do.” He was also concerned as to what would happen to the guy’s mom; he figured she’d probably move to New Jersey to be with her daughter.
I was still at the house when he came home. He said the wake was very nice but sad, and that a lot of the guy’s high school reunion buddies had shown up.
I asked him about the guy’s mom, and how she’s handling everything.
My dad replied, “Two caskets.”