RIP

Last week, I remembered that amongst our other shenanigans, my childhood “blood sister” and I visited wakes. I don’t think more than 3 but I specifically recalled one on 32rd street. When we could sneak in, we dropped into OH Smith as well. In the area I was raised, it was not unusual to “show the body” in the home of the deceased. We didn’t take advantage of the fried chicken or potato salad, we simply viewed the body and left before anyone asked questions. I’m not sure how we learned of the deaths, the dates or times. But somehow we were there to show our 10 year old respects.