Went to Loretta’s funeral today. It was a sad graveside affair, with hardly anyone there. I hadn’t seen Gary nor Trevor for a couple of years. They’ve both deteriorated greatly and looked terrible, even allowing for the solemnity of the occasion. Gary has developed a severe limp and uses a cane, and neither of them were strong nor steady enough on their feet to act as pall bearers, so I joined the other five people there to help carry the coffin from the hearse to the grave. The whole thing was very depressing.
After it was over Gary and Trevor said ‘see ya’ and jumped into their car and drove off.
I hope my funeral has a bit more impact on others than that.
When I got home, I got a call from ex-husband and father-of-my-son Wayne, who wanted a chat. Unusual. He was driving at the time. I think he was a bit bored, and feeling a bit sentimental. Before he hung up (he’d reached the McDonald’s drive-through) he told me that he’s sure he’s now over me, as he’s started having fantasies about me again. Great. What use is that to me? And please don’t.
Anyway, I made it quite clear that I don’t have fantasies about him. I think I may have been too adamant about it, as he laughed and said he didn’t believe me, so I told him my fantasies involve his best man. He’s such a pig. I didn’t bother mentioning the funeral.