Chapter 16One of the things Daddy always said about the funeral business was that time stands still for people who had lost a loved one. They lose all sense of perspective. Grief doesn’t care about newspaper deadlines or giving the gravedigger enough time to do his job. Grief walks around in a perpetual fog, uncertain as to what time it is, or even what day it is. Everything stops. One day blends into the next. Folks lose track of the ceaseless flow of time. They think an hour has gone by and actually two days have passed.
I was no different. One day I was holding a service for a decapitated boy. The next it was two weeks later and I was staring Christmas in the face and I had yet to even put up a tree.
The staff had taken over day to day operations. My friend Larry, from over in Aberdee
