Though I have not posted an entry on this site in quite some time, I do still think about my job at the funeral home from time to time. It was a side job for me. Not a career, but a temporary job that payed the bills. Of course, it became so much more than that since I did enjoy the work and found each day to be an intriguing adventure. I have respect for those in the funeral business, now that I know what they do. Well…I have respect for most of the people in the funeral business. Some of the folks I worked with were not the greatest people I had ever met, and some were. I guess as with all jobs, you have to take the good with the bad.
One of the most profound feelings I had during my first week on the job as a removal staff person had to do with what I referred to as “the shell.” I saw more dead bodies in the first few days of my job than I had ever seen in my entire life. And each one, unique in their own way, had something in common: there was no one there. Silence. I know that seems cliche and perhaps obvious, but for the first time in my life, I viewed the human body as nothing more than a shell for a human spirit. Once that spirit was gone, the only thing left was the lifeless body.
I’m not the most gifted writer in the world. In fact, I seldom spend much time recording my thoughts. My words are more impulses that are blurted out on a computer keyboard. But I hope, in some small way, the feelings and ideas I have are communicated and received by you, the reader.