Blabbering 666 special – 17 funerals and a wedding

For this blabbering special, I decided to let you know of a current situation in my local community and what has happened to me in the past couple of days. Of course, it’s purely coincidental that the events I will talk about befall the theme of this segment I am writing. I realize the title is somewhat unsettling, but keep reading because I will explain everything. I meant to say that you can collect a bunch of things that happened to you, put it on the list, and make it look like a lot, and often reality would say the list is exaggerated. So, read the list of things that happened to me, but don’t take it close to heart, because if I am not worried, neither should you be concerned.

Yesterday was eventful. Since the third pandemic wave started, and booster doses were admitted to those who wanted it, my village counted seventeen funerals for three past months, which is not as bad as other villages in the area that had their funerals reaching over 20 in the same period. Mostly old people with chronic diseases and those who had complications due to pandemic virus were the usual casualties and none of the younger folk. The younger generation is sound and well. Nevertheless, the sheer number of people who have died is staggering, enough to make anyone worry for their own wellbeing, so the same sense of unknown and imminent lingers within everybody I know. One thing pulls the situation toward balance was a wedding I attended with my twin sister.

We knew two funerals had to occur yesterday morning, but that was also a wedding day for one of my neighbors. I remember playing with her when we were kids. We grew up together, often went to each other’s homes to play, do our homework, and I even sat beside her in school. My twin sister was a better friend because they are both girls, and they have more mutual topics than us two, so it’s reasonable for them to socialize more. She is a kind and funny, tall, raven-haired gal with a dazzling smile. The event began at ten o’clock with the groom and his family arriving in a motorcade to pick her up. The wedding was scheduled for two o’clock, so there wasn’t any time to waste. I dressed festively, picked a combination I thought looked pretty, combed my hair, and got ready.

The plan was to drive to Nish, the third biggest city in my country, get my twin sister ready, and drive to the wedding hall for the party. The groom lives near Nish, so it was natural to have both sides of the family meet halfway because of the cost and convenience. So, I got ready and got inside the passenger seat; my father was driving, my mother was sitting beside him, and everything was fine until we got cruising. It was a rainy and cold day, with little snow on the mountains but a lot of northern wind and soft icing on the road. The right wheel caught sand or came across a floating layer of ice in a pond by the road, stalled for a moment, while the left wheel worked double-time. My father made a hard left, the vehicle then straightened, but he kept his foot on the brake, making the rear spin 180 and slide off the road into the ditch. It happened in a brief second, literally a second, not enough to react, and any reaction would be reflective rather than learned. I slammed my left side of my face hard against the door on the other side where I was sitting, so it seemed I got knocked on the backseat and slid to hit the door frame. The front end was in the ditch, the rear right wheel up in the air, and everyone inside shook. No bruises, no cuts, no injuries whatsoever. I reacted, got out of the car, and then proceeded to pull my mother out while I saw my dad coming out on his own. So, shaken but not harmed, we stood in the pouring rain and watched vehicles pass by. There are good people in this world; many stopped by the road, extended the perimeter, and warned the incoming traffic about the situation. A truck driver gave us help, tried to pull the vehicle out, but the fabric cable broke. We didn’t have a spare, so we waited for someone else to find a better towing line. And a guy came with a metal cable. He gave it to us, hoping we would return it after we get back on the road, and left with his car. Another man came with a pick-up vehicle, and he was the one to take the car back on the road. The bumper is totaled, the radiator is good, and nothing else was broken. The vehicle was operating, and we got back in, drove to the city as planned. We were running late for an hour. My twin sis and I then called a taxi and went to the wedding, not telling anyone what had happened and why we were late.

As it turned out, the wedding ceremony was postponed to four o’clock, which we managed to see and celebrate. The music was loud, but we had good company and a lively conversation with friends we knew among the crowd. I saw many gorgeous girls, many fine gentlemen on the dance floor, and the servers were highly professional. The meal was delicious, and I don’t remember when was the last time I went to a wedding.

To recap the whole dreadful list, you’d think I survived an apocalypse, but the title is deceiving. Everything I talked about is pretty standard, and all those scary situations could’ve been much worse than they look. Damages are repairable with a pocket change, nobody got hurt, and the wedding was incredible. But then there’s this harsh reality where old people and sick keep dying, and these three hellish months are enough for anyone to start hating life, but then again, we live for bright and festive moments when two people enter matrimony and let us know there are still reasons to live for, to experience joy when it’s the hardest, to smile and dance when the weather is gloomy, to keep going despite all bad things happening around you.

For this blabbering special, I just want to say, things are not well, it could be worse, but the moments of pure light are the best damn thing in the world.

And now, here’s my friend as a bride and a selfie with my twin sister.

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