A Comedy Act

Going through the motions of the funeral was like watching a comedy movie outside of myself and like always I had no words, no voice and automatic pilot of just not believing what was happening around me. Of course, my mother and sister flew into town playing the grieving widow and daughter and their acting skills on point. My mother made all the decisions with regard to funeral and had been instrumental on organising it with my father prior to his death and it was a show for everyone in their hometown of the perfect man, the perfect family and nothing based on reality. During the service my mother sat front and centre and cried and I was just in complete shock that the Celebrant referred to my mother as his current wife and the whole experience was so confronting and traumatic I vowed that I never wanted to be part of this family or connection from here on and that I made the unconscious decision to walk away and never look back, I was done with the facade, the lies and the betrayal.