School’s Out, It’s Funeral Season
So apparently part of sandwich generation life is taking pictures of your growing kids, holding signs, ending another school year, and experiencing All the Feels while you enter summer with them- tears in your eyes as your heart swells with pride, experiencing a different kind of exhaustion as you try to fit in work so that you can play when they play and accompany them on as many adventures as possible before the school bus arrives again and you wonder where the summer went again.
And at the same time it is also true that while your friends’ kids, or maybe your own kids are graduating (or at least working toward some important goals as they graduate to the next school year), you’re attending more funerals, with tears in your eyes, of adults that were important in your life when you were meeting milestones or adult loved ones of your close friends. My parents in their mid 70s and dealing with health issues, but we are truly grateful for the time we get with them, a bonus of them living with us. But I am attending more funerals these days and it didn’t occur to me that that was coming. I attended my aunt’s funeral. She was my godmother and I remember feeling like I hit the lottery when I was invited to swim in her pool as a child. When she lived with my parents through part of her battle with cancer, it was very special to watch her connect with my kids during our visits. One of my best childhood friends texted another friend and I very recently to let us know she was in the midst of decision-making with her mom about whether or not she was going to go on hospice and her mom decided to proceed with it (but she also learned that if her mom improves significantly within a certain period of time she can come off of hospice. We’re learning every day). One of my very first best friends had to make the impossible decision to take her mom off of life support and we reconnected as my family learned she had passed, but I could not travel to the funeral as a surgery I underwent was too recent.
Today Dad drove me to attend my uncle’s funeral. He was my uncle during my childhood and he was a great one. Divorce led to me not seeing him as often, but it was very meaningful to me to hug my cousins (his children) and his grandchildren and pay my respects at a celebration of his life where they truly honored him. Seeing the photo slideshow brought back a rush of memories of the home he shared with my aunt that was just a street away from the house where I grew up. Every piece of furniture and home decor in the background awakened the best thoughts of family gatherings and holidays. One of the places where I learned about the warmth of family was when visiting that home. Hearing his children and grandchildren and friends, including my dad, speak about his character and the positive way he lived his life was special, but surreal. It is unbelievable to me how quickly life feels like it goes and I experienced decades knowing him. But it goes so fast. And you never know. And even when you know it’s coming, as was true this time (he battled Cancer and was on hospice), it’s not easier, iykyk, and you still can’t predict when you will be in the funeral home, the church, the chosen place of sharing memories.
The sandwich generation hits different. The experiences are so diverse and can truly feel like ping-ponging back and forth from grief to hope, loss to abundance, spent energy to the fullest heart, and SO much can be true all at once. Adulting next level. A Gen tug of war. It’s all happening now and we’re responsible for all of it happening smoothly.


