And now, my bizarre happening. (Which is nowhere near as exciting as April's)
Bizarre Happening by Carly
Lex's dad was primarily raised by his mother and her parents. He did visit his dad on weekends but wasn't too close to that side of his family. One day back in 2008 we got a call from his father. He simply stated, "grandma has died" and left us with a few details about her funeral arrangements. Even though my husband hadn't seen his grandma in years he only thought it approporiate that we attend her funeral. I had seen photos of his grandma but I had never gotten the chance to meet her.
So we rearranged our work schedules and made time for the funeral. We drove up to L.A. and found the correct address. The viewing location was something that I can only imagine existing in California. It looked like a huge nice hotel. We went inside and told the ladies at the front desk the name of the funeral we were there to attend. The receptionists told us a room number and we followed the signs, and took an elevator up to the location. It literally was like a hotel for the deceased. It was so strange to me. It was a huge corridor of rooms where viewings were taking place. We found the correct room number and my husband greeted a few of his distant relatives who were lingering outside of the doorway.
It was a pretty small room so we waited a little while until there was room for us to enter. Once we entered the room we were given a chance to approach the casket and say some prayers for his grandma. Lying there she looked a bit older then what I had remembered. We then took our seats in the relative-lined room and listened as family members recounted stories from her life. There was the typical funeral chit-chat taking place about how nice she looked in her casket, and how it was a relief to see her set free from her ailments. We were told that the actual funeral service would be taking place in a chapel on the same grounds. Everyone began shifting around in their seats anticipating the need to clear the room and move to the new location.
Around this same time a new visitor entered the room.
I turned my head to follow the visitor and quickly realized that I was looking at my husband's grandma...
The same grandma that we believed was lying in the casket in front of us.... (!!!!!!!!!)
A little freaked out, confused, and stunned, I nudged my husband and forced out an urgent whisper, "Isn't that your grandma?!"
He squeezed my hand and replied "Yeah, I think it is..."
And with that we politely exited the room with the other relatives who were starting to walk to the chapel.
I didn't know whether to giggle or cry. I might have done a little of both.
After a hurried chat with my sister-in-law in the bathroom I was given the correct information. The deceased grandma was actually my husband's grandma's sister (which explains the similar appearances). We have no idea how the message was relayed to us incorrectly. It was the strangest feeling ever to sit during the service, and visibly see the woman who we thought we were coming to grieve a few rows ahead of us alive and well. We kept it to ourselves that day how dumb we felt to think we were at an entirely different funeral. Sorry grandma.
But maybe the most bizarre thing is I have another story almost exactly like this one. Except this story takes place at a country club. My roommates and I worked setting up/organizing/decorating for about an hour for THE WRONG wedding. We were there an entire week too early. Oops.
Your turn: What is the most bizarre thing that has ever happened to you?