Yeah, that’s me, hanging out by the Christmas Tree at the Funeral Home. I’m the Founder and wacky Director of Life with a Mortician’s Wife. Born in Baltimore, grew up in Miami and somehow on a Friday Night – ended up in Buffalo, in a ‘removal van; with a body…and a Mortician! Typical “first date stuff.” After years of keeping my stories in a journal, I realized this stuff was way too bizarre NOT to share. So I started a Facebook Page then a Blog, where I’ve met via social media, some really cool people. Everyone who visits seems to be kooky and weird like me! We are all here to Laugh, Cry, Swear and Share…our unusual Life together.
There’s my Morty. The handsome Scotsman in the Green Jacket. My inspiration, creative thinker, joke doctor, heart doctor, grief doctor AKA Funeral Director. He is one of the Top Restorative Artist in his profession. His restorative work has been recognized not just from the families he’s served, but from Mortuary Colleges around the United States. His knowledge of Military Funerals is one he truly takes pride in. Born in Cleveland, raised in Buffalo and went to school with the Amigone’s. The owners of several Funeral Homes in Western New York. His dream was Law Enforcement and chasing bad guys, though God had other plans. Like, the Funeral Business and chasing hearses. The Mortuary Profession hand picks these incredible people as our Silent Angels, who show up at our most vulnerable moments in life and help us make sense of it all.
Meet our CEO of the page, Louie. He’s a very special boy who came from a terrible hoarding and breeding situation and, the sole survivor of his 23 family members. We were on the list for a Maine Coon rescue, but they called us about this little guy – a Siberian. Louie had twenty-four hours to be adopted. With respiratory and neurological issues and a lot of love “Phoenix” became our “Louie.” Now fully recovered, he wants to pay it forward. January 2020, Louie will become a Certified Therapy Cat for Nursing Homes. Yes, Siberian’s are very cool cats and so is our Louie.
Lily is our Admin. She’s in charge of hanging out on my desk, entering various “cat stuff” in the computer, filing miscellaneous paper on the floor and, professional pen pusher. Lily used to Cheyenne, that someone stuffed in a box at four weeks old and left on the step of Animal Control. Louie wanted a sister. So on a cold Christmas Eve Morning, God steered our car away from the Mall to the Shelter. It was a Friday, she had until Monday. The name Cheyenne was her cell block name and needed to be terminated. One night while watching an old series of The Munsters, we noticed she resembled Lily Munster.
Meet our newest addition – Gracie aka Hwy 40. We had a brand new Publix opening and a reason for me to wear my new winter boots! On a freezing February morning, I hopped in my car and spotted this little gal in the middle of the medium on Interstate 40. She was barely alive, hobbling alongside the railing, to get her portion of leftover roadkill. With traffic zooming by I scooped her up and took her home. This Cat Girl…never had a Dog, I mean EVER! With the help of a “Go Fund Me” page along with some wonderful people and incredible Doctors, Gracie survived. Her hip, back leg and front leg were unfixable. But, with a lot of Rehab and Love, they mended and so did her heart. It was by the “Grace of God” she survived and how she got her name. In February of 2020, Gracie will become a Certified “Grief Therapy Dog.” She can’t wait!