Narrative Essay On Funeral Home

It was a warm May evening, and I had just made it home. On my way through town I was passed by several police and fire vehicles, at the time I didn’t think anything of it. Little did I know I would run into those responders again that night. It was about seven thirty when my phone range, and I looked down to see it was my boss calling. Naturally at this point (I had been working for the funeral home for a little over a year and a half) I was not surprised to be called in, as I did the majority of our evening removals. She was shy of voice, and for someone who is as seasoned a she, I knew something terrible had happened. She struggled to get her words out, but when she did I knew it was going to be hard few days to come…
A family friend and a co-worker of my mother had lost her eight teen month old baby. I didn’t know how to respond. I had been around death for some time at this point, even around children, but never a child that was struck by a car. We all came to the funeral home, three well-seasoned funeral professionals, and my-self. I cannot recall any of them saying one word on the drive to the accident, and I can’t say there was anything to say. We arrived …show more content…
I had made this trip many times, in fact I made that trip for my first case, but his was different. This toddler was the granddaughter of the owners of a monument company we work with closely, and the all of the funeral home staff knew them very well. You handle things slightly different when you have a personal connection to the descendent or their families, and even more so when they are so young. As I was starting to get to down town Fort Wayne (the city where our forensic center is located) the magnitude of what I was doing became more evident. As I approached the entrance of the forensic center with any case, I get knots in my stomach. The security was awaiting my arrival at the morgue, and they knew the case I was bringing