I’m In School to Become a Funeral Director

Yes, you heard me right! I am in school to become a funeral director. A total 180. Or so one would think. In high school I studied to become an EMT and later was licensed by the state. I decided to let that license lapse because I had a really good job and was not using it at the time and was also having a hard time dealing with the “death” aspect of being an EMT. Having someone die in your arms is a powerful thing- thankfully, it never happened to me. I have saved a total of two lives in my career as an EMT, one girl from choking and another younger man from drowning. In 2007 I began my studies as a funeral director, only to give them up when my Grandmother died, and I returned to drinking. I never thought about becoming a funeral director again until last year when I met a man on the internet who was also a funeral director and he was kind enough to ask me a question: “what’s keeping you from going back to school?” I just realized you all are out of the loop on a few things:

1. The animals are gone. I gave the chickens and rabbits to the neighbors and I am not sure what ever happened to them. I think they wound up on someone’s plate.
2. I moved. I no longer live in the woods on my parent’s property. My Dad succumbed to his battle with cancer and I drank vodka and Bacardi the entire length of it. I could not deal with the turmoil. Mom had enough of my antics and kicked me off the property (rightly so) and I landed up in a treatment facility in the cities. I decided to stay.
3. I sold the tiny house. The tiny house was sold in October to a young couple and that is all I can say about that because they were rather quiet about their intentions. I will say the tiny house was well worth the investment and my Dad would have been impressed.
4. I am sober. I no longer drink alcohol and life is good to me. One day at a time!
5. I have a new job. I work as an intern at a funeral home in the cities and I love it!
6. I am in school. I just told you that above, so I am telling you again for some reason.
7. Rusty died. Rusty was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and pulmonary edema and I had to have him put to sleep. I currently have two fish tanks. No other pets.

I hope this update finds you well. If you are an old friend or reader, please leave a comment below and let me know how you are doing. If you are new, WELCOME. COVID is real. I deal with it every day. Be safe and wear your mask. Hugs. SuperTramp.

P.S. You can always find me here: https://www.younow.com/SuperTramp_the_Mortician