I witnessed embalming for the very first time two years ago today.
I was 19 and scared to death that I would pass out like I did witnessing so many other various medical procedures.
But I didn't pass out, I loved it.
I remember her name too, but I can't tell you because that is private information.
She was my first.
I held her hand.
I got lost on my way to the funeral home.
It was sleeting.
I was nervous because this job was what I wanted more than anything in the world.
I wanted a job that I had absolutely no skills for.
I wore grey dress pants and that stupid red cardigan with the zig-zag diamond things down the front and the stupid white collar and cuffs that promptly turned pink the moment I washed it so I never wore it again.
I have learned so much in the past two years.
Wow.
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Wow, as weird as it may sound - that's a cool memory.
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