I know I’ve mentioned a few times that I’m planning a memorial service for my dad this coming Saturday. I wrote up an announcement for the Boston Globe. This is what I wrote:
A memorial mass in honor of [Dad’s first name, middle initial, and last name] will be held on Saturday May 3, 2008 at 10am at the Church of [name] [street address], Lexington, MA.
[Dad’s] life was taken suddenly on May 5, 1978 in his hometown of Lexington. He left behind his wife, [name] and son [name] both of Bedford and daughter Michelle [my last name and town I live in]; his mother [name]; brothers [name] and [name] of Lexington; and sister [name] of Concord; and many aunts, uncles, and cousins of Cambridge, Arlington, and Charlestown.
Please join us as we celebrate his life and bring stories and pictures you wish to share with his friends and family. No flowers please. Donations can be made in [Dad’s] name to the donors’ favorite charity.
Can you believe that cost over $300? I said to the woman “this is obnoxiously cost prohibitive. How are the poor and working class supposed to afford running an obit at such an astronomical rate?” I then told her to forget it.
I’m disgusted with Boston Globe. I won’t be subscribing to that newspaper anytime soon.