The Processional and the Funeral

I was feeling a lot of pressure to make decisions because they wanted to arrange a processional with KCFD.  I knew I wanted to take him to Wichita to be buried because I wanted to work with Jayde and Isidro at Lakeview Funeral Home since we knew them from Sue's funeral 6 1/2 months before (yes, Scott's mom died 6 months before he did).  Tara started arranging and got approval for an ambulance to take him to Wichita.  I called Lakeview and asked for Jayde.  She called back quickly and I got her and Tara connected to make arrangements.  Since we weren't embalming him in KC, we needed to go the next day (Monday).  I felt so nauseous that it was moving so fast.  Kimberly (my younger daughter) called me to tell me she thought I should sell the house and move back to Wichita.  Monday, Jessica showed up at my house wearing a mask just to hug me, then we met a slew of people at Research.  I wasn't able to watch, but the color guard draped him with a flag and they loaded him into the ambulance.  We followed the ambulance and a chief's vehicle with members of dispatch followed us.  Tara was supposed to be in the ambulance but one of the chiefs ordered Tara to stand down after she'd tried to get one of the dispatchers removed from the procession.  She had previously filed a grievance against Scott for "racial comments".  It was all bull but it made me angry that she was there and Tara wouldn't be.  I was tempted to make a fuss, but I knew everything they were doing was a courtesy.  We listened to his final call on a radio.  So we headed out with his coworkers driving the ambulance.  We went to Eastwood (dispatch), seeing fire trucks along the way, firemen out saluting.  At dispatch, there were so many apparatus' and firemen and EMS out saluting.  Arrena drove so I could video it all. Then we headed to 33s, since that was his old station, before we got on the highway.  Through most of the route, we saw fire trucks and ambulances on overpasses with their crews out saluting in the rain.  It was very moving, especially when one small town had a sign that said, "In honor of Scott Davidson."  I was told that a lot of the rural ones were volunteer and they still chose to do this on their own time.  Kimberly texted me to ask if I had a spare laptop because hers was acting up: "This might not be the right time to ask" and "have as good a day as it can be."  When we got to Emporia, the ambulance needed refueling, so we all stopped.  Emporia FD chief came over and gave me his card and a coin.  Stephanie said they'd been talking to Scott the whole way, saying, "Look at all these people who showed up for you."  Emporia FD blocked the road while we got back on the highway.  Sometimes we had a police or highway patrol escort and sometimes we didn't.  Arrena was about run off the road by a pickup and the chief behind us turned on his siren.  When we got to El Dorado, we turned off on highway 254, which surprised me because it's easier to get to the funeral home from K-96.  A friend of his mother's texted me that they'd said on the news that we'd be going through Andover.  There was news and fire trucks at Andover.  We'd also seen a few Sherriff's vehicles out too.  When we got on K-96, it was out west by the zoo.  My mom called to see where we were and we were all puzzled.  Mom was at Lakeview, waiting to see us all.  I tried calling Stephanie but got her voicemail.  It soon became apparent that we were going to Resthaven, on the opposite side of town.  They'd obviously planned it because Wichita FD and color guard were there already.  We stayed in the van while they unloaded him and the dispatchers stood watch.  I was angry that that woman was closer to my husband, but nothing I could do about it.  Jayde was there and said they prepare the body at Resthaven and apologized that we hadn't known.  Then the ambulance and chief's vehicle headed back to KC and we went to check into our hotel.  We spent the next few days making arrangements.  I wrote the obituary because I wanted it to tell who he was, not just the basic statistics and also for him I would write, even though I haven't been creative in a long time.  We tried to find a place to get rapid testing to be sure we were negative for Covid.  My mom was afraid to be around us and for the funeral, I wanted to be sure we were negative.  We found a place that cost us $150 each, but we made appointments for Wednesday and they did come back negative.  So we went to see my mom.  Arrena's boyfriend drove her car up.  Thursday we had Thanksgiving with my brother and my mom.  I hadn't been eating much and lost a pound.  It was also her birthday, but I'd already sent her gift, not knowing we'd be in town at the time.  I really dreaded Friday when we would have a private viewing and then the public visitation.  That would make it real.  I couldn't turn back from there.  I kept waiting for someone to tell me there had been a mistake and he was ok.  I really didn't want to go.  But he was there and he wasn't ok.  My best friend, my biggest supporter, my rock, my hero, the one I never deserved was dead and my heart was broken.  I wept.  I cried over his body and touched him and kissed his cheek like I had wanted to that night, until the tears ran out.  I was so dehydrated all week from crying.  We looked at all the flowers--there were some from KC's mayor and the city manager.  We decorated grandma and grandpa's grave and also Sue's and Scott's grandparents'.  A couple of people came early.  We left later than we meant to, but we hurried to get some Chick-fil-A and drop Billy and Paul off at my mom's house.  Then we headed back for the visitation.  My friend Katina stayed there the whole three hours.  My best friend Kimberly had been in town for Thanksgiving and they stayed an extra day to come.  My friend Sheri came too.  The color guard stood watch  and changed out every 8 minutes.  Tara had come and brought flower arrangements from the union and the fire department.  Several members of KCFD were there and they'd brought an ambulance down for the funeral.  I'd recommended our hotel because it was between the cemetery and the church.  I'd chosen it accidentally, thinking it was one we'd stayed at before.  Two by two, the KCFD personnel came to give me condolences.  One chief sat down next to me and asked me how they'd managed to get that smirk on his face because he said Scott had had that smirk the entire time he knew him.  I was glad he saw it and commented on it because I felt like he was smirking too.  I said it was because the Chiefs beat the Raiders Sunday night in a nailbiter.  I'd been giving Isidro, a Raiders' fan, a hard time about it and got him to admit that he was glad they won for Scott.  As we were leaving, I got choked up watching the last color guard salute him.  The 3 hours seemed to fly by but my neck and shoulders were so sore.  Some old friends brought up dinner at my mom's house.  When we got back to the hotel, it seemed strange to see the KCFD ambulance parked out front.  Just a few minutes later, Jessica sent me a picture of the ambulance.  I ran outside barefoot, looking for her.  I asked where she was and she replied "Wichita" and I replied that she was at my hotel.  We were all crowded into room 116 and they were in 119, so I went over to hug my friend.  I hadn't really thought they would come, but I was so glad my best friend was there for me.  Saturday I dreaded too because afterward it would all be over and everyone would go back to their lives but I'd be stuck in my grief.  We had to get going early because Pastor Riffee had wanted a morning service to allow time to disinfect before Sunday services.  Arrena and I had decided to dress in Chiefs' gear to match Scott (we buried him in his Chiefs' Superbowl shirt).  THE Fire Chief, Donna Lake, had come down for the funeral along with several other chiefs.  Tara introduced me to all of them.  The honor guard was on again.  The service was beautiful.  The songs I chose all made me weep.  Tara spoke on behalf of the union and the fire department and as a friend and presented Arrena and Billy with coins from the fire department (Kimberly didn't come because she was afraid of Corona) and me with a medal for Scott.  Pastor Riffee preached a salvation message that at last count, over 800 people watched on the livestream.  I was glad the livestream went outside because I spent some time with him after everyone left and wept and touched him and kissed his cheek.  When I was ready (would I ever really be ready) they closed the casket and draped the flag over it and wheeled him out into the windy day.  Color guard stood watch and they played the bagpipes (and drums) while they put him in the hearse.  We followed the hearse, the ambulance followed us, and all the chiefs' vehicles followed behind.  The livestream resumed after we got there, as they unloaded him to the bagpipes and color guard again.  I followed after and we had a short entombment service.  All of the chiefs came by to give their condolences and the color guard folded the flag and gave it to KCFD, who presented it to me.  They played Amazing Grace on the bagpipes, which always gets me.  My friends came and hugged me, then everyone left but me, the kids, mom and my brother, and Pastor and Mrs. Riffee.  Isidro gave me a Chiefs' helmet magnet that I placed on his casket over a scratch, like a bumper sticker.  Then they struggled to get him situated in the "couch" mausoleum I chose.  I could have had him buried near his mother and grandparents but I wanted him inside.  The mausoleum has room for me and we'll be side by side, which is why they call it a couch.  We stayed as they sealed it up and put the marble face back on.  Then we went to his mother's friend's for lunch.  After that, Billy and I went to mom's and Arrena and her boyfriend went to visit her dad.  Billy hadn't wanted to stay with grandma like he usually does.  At first he said the house was haunted.  Then he said he just wanted to stay with me.  Arrena said he finally cried at the funeral.  He told me he was going to get a job to pay bills.  Sunday morning we went to church with mom, where I was angered by people not wearing masks.  We ate lunch and then left to go back to KC.  It's been a lot of paperwork ever since.  Arrena asked if she could move back in to help out.  When she's not here, just me and Billy make the house feel so empty.  She's been cleaning and organizing the house for me while I sit and do paperwork or just scroll through Facebook.  My therapist said when someone dies people wish the whole world would stop.  For me, it kind of did with all the publicity (the mayor holding a press conference and the governor ordering flags to be half-mast).  The hard part is when everything goes back to normal.  The words of the songs from the funeral keep playing in my head.  I'm ok most of the time, but sometimes I lose it.  Usually in the shower or at bedtime.  I know I'll see him again, I know where he is, but I mourn for my loss on earth.  I don't know if it's ok with God, but I talk to him sometimes--"See? I'm doing my self-care."  Or I was telling him how the mayor and the governor have made speeches about him and that the Fire Chief came to his funeral.  Then it dawned on me that he doesn't care.  He's with God the Father and Jesus--who cares about earthly big wigs?  The Lt. Governor sent us a card about "perpetual adoration society" for Scott.  We asked Arrena's friend and she said it meant they were praying for him all the time to honor him.  I miss him so much.  And I don't know how to finish raising Billy without him.  Billy had two meltdowns in the hotel before Arrena's boyfriend came and Arrena and I could barely contain him.  She got a bruise from being punched in the jaw.  My aunt said we (plus my mom) should travel and finish seeing the 50 states.  That gives me something to look forward to.  I've been thinking about taking the kids on a cruise too, since we loved going so much.