A funeral in Chicago.

This is a travel log I wrote during a trip to Chicago for a funeral back in 2012. I know it seems odd for me to keep such a log, but I found it very therapeutic and soothing just to write its words.

Once again I sit with pen in hand. Today is Sunday, May 27, 2012. I guess you know what this is about already.


My grandmother’s funeral.

Only a few days ago did I get the news that she finally passed away after weeks of declining health.

And now I am on a plane en route to Chicago for the funeral.

That means as of right now, she will lie in state for the wake tomorrow.

Ugh, this is not going to be an enjoyable trip. And the sooner I write about something else, the better.

You gotta think about this. I’m in Baltimore about to fly to the city of sadness. So it’s time to put off the possible sight at the wake in exchange for something else.

As of right now, I am working for Teleperformance as a call center agent for AT&T. Just about the entire day reciting the same call script.

“I am calling to thank you for your order of AT&T High Speed Internet and to offer my assistance with any questions or needs you may have. Do you have any questions about installing your service?”

I started the day fine but as it drew to a close, everything started weighing on me.

My grandmother’s funeral.

My wife not being able to go with me.

Just reciting the same script all day.

I was crushed.

Now the plane is taxiing to the runway for takeoff.

As I write this, my iPod is playing “The Rabbit of Seville” from “Bugs Bunny on Broadway”.

“Eh, next.”

After that I will listen to the Wizard of Oz.

The flight attendant announced this flight will be 90 minutes.

Too late to back out of this now.

The only thing there is to do is say goodbye to Grandma.

Now the plane is airborne.

Now the Blue Danube Waltz is playing, which seems to match the graceful beginning to the flight, even with the cartoon sound effects.


Of all the things to do on my days off, it just had to be going to funerals.

Ugh again.

There’s just no other way to describe it.



I better stop. I can’t write in English.

To be continued…

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