It has been a whirlwind for about the past two and a half years as I scrambled to take prerequisite classes before being able to attend mortuary school last fall. (English majors didn't have to take things like Economics, Business Law, and Accounting...much less Microbiology, Anatomy and Physiology, and Chemistry!) All this while serving my apprenticeship and pre-arranging funerals (which was my job quite apart from everything else.) Even when I was in mortuary school full time (and had about a hour's commute each way) I still was "on call" every other night and weekend, working Fridays, and doing some pre-arranging after school. Crazy, crazy times.
Now, all of that is over. I finished my apprenticeship, graduated at the top of my class (Yeah, I was surprised about that, too.), and passed both the National Board and the State Board exams with flying colors. I now need to find a place for all of my books and this:
It's my brother's head I sculpted from clay. It started out as a plastic skull.
I really like the ears!
I feel that all of my life's experiences have culminated into this profession. From playing in a cemetery next to my grandparent's house when I was little, to trying to find out everything I could about planning a funeral when I was in Jr. High so I wouldn't be "taken advantage of" by a shifty funeral director in a moment of anticipated grief, to going to school for English/Education/Technical Writing, to marrying a minister (remember, he's not one of THOSE types of ministers), to having experiences with various types of losses...everything clicked together as if part of a great puzzle.
I have learned, seen, and done so very much during this time. I've met some really great people (and a few not so great) along the way. I still can't believe I'm done!
I am a funeral director!
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