There are many things that my wife, the hippy, does as an extrovert that I just don’t understand.
Last week there was a fatal crash in town where a teenage female lost her life.
Tragic, no doubt.
I didn’t know her, nor do I know any of her family members that I know of.
She was the daughter of a friend of a friend of my wife. My wife had never met her. May have never met her parents either…she’s not sure. But when the name was released, my wife went into full emotional crisis mode.
She was calling up friends of hers to let them know the news. She was trying to find out when the funeral was going to be. She was doing everything someone would do who had ties to the family.
But she really doesn’t.
And this is not a unique circumstance.
She attends more funerals each year than I have attended in my entire life. It’s not that I don’t care; I just don’t want to go to a funeral for someone I don’t know. They are sad enough as is.
Plus, being the introvert I am, I don’t want to have a conversation begin with a family member or someone who truly cared for and loved the departed where it becomes obvious I didn’t know them.
I am uncomfortable attending birthday parties for people I don’t know. I am uncomfortable attending weddings for people I don’t know.
There should be no doubt that I would be uncomfortable attending a funeral for someone I don’t know.
Instead I will be leaving work early to pick my son up from school since my wife will be going.