Oh boy...my addiction to coffee is BAAAAAAD! Yesterday, we went to the funeral. After the mass, we were to follow the funeral procession to the cemetary for the burial. The funeral was in Rockville Centre, which is not known for its lax parking rules, so before we left, since Chris and I were going in his father's car, I had to move mine out of its stale 2-hour spot into another 2 hour spot. In the process of doing this, I spotted Dunkin' Donuts. My aching head, empty stomach, and severe thirst hit me all at once..."MUST HAVE AN ICED COFFEE". So, after I moved the car, I asked my FIL if I could grab a coffee before we left. He said "sure, but hurry, and get me one". OK, did that, with Chris yelling at me the whole time, saying we'd make his dad miss the procession. But I wouldn't hear of it, and went ahead w/my plan.
We took all of 3 minutes in Dunkin' Donuts, but yep...my FIL missed the processsion, and we headed out to Queens with only 3 sentences of directions from the funeral home...ending in LIE West to Maurice Avenue...that is it, no more details. Any of you from this area know that Queens has a TON of cemetaries, as a matter of fact, as a kid growing up in Brooklyn and really never having been to Queens, other than as a pass-through on our way to LI to visit relatives, all I ever saw was this HUMONGO cemetary, so I assumed Queens was where you buried dead people! So, we got off the exit, and that was it. Couldn't find an entrance to the cemetary, my FIL knowing this particular area, thought we should get back on the LIE, which we did...going as far west as we could without going to NYC, then back east, then back west, until we finally got back to Maurice Avenue, still unable to find an entrance. At that point, Chris who had been trying to call his mother's cell this whole time to let her know we were lost...finally was able to reach her, and was informed that we'd missed the burial. UGH! All my fault, and I felt TERRIBLE! Chris was visibly upset, and I didn't know what to do. I looked at him meekly and told him I was sorry, and I know that wasn't enough, I don't know what is enough. His mom and sister were not mad, apparently the burial didn't take any longer than getting coffee in Dunkin Donuts. I am sorry Agnes, it is all my fault that Chris, John and Charles were not there. :-(
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