Putting the Fun in Funeral
Some deaths come suddenly or too soon and can really hit hard, others seem to be a blessed relief. Similarly, some funerals can be deeply upsetting and sad, others can make you want to hug the world.
Mmm, don't want to bring you down or anything, but tell us your funeral stories...
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 9:31)
Some deaths come suddenly or too soon and can really hit hard, others seem to be a blessed relief. Similarly, some funerals can be deeply upsetting and sad, others can make you want to hug the world.
Mmm, don't want to bring you down or anything, but tell us your funeral stories...
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 9:31)
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Well it was a weird do
I travelled to my Mothers funeral in a cab and remember hearing Coldplays The Scientist for the first time on the radio and tears falling down my face for the duration of the entire journey [Google the lyrics it would make the length unacceptable for you if I were to included them here]
We hadn't spoken for five years despite me trying to build bridges when I'd heard she had cancer and was dying. All she said on the phone when I called her was, 'I'm busy and can't talk right now'
I loved her, I miss her, and wish more than anything we'd made our peace before she died.
Anyhoo at the wake which was held in a pub in Beckton, a Charlie Chalks franchise as it happens, there were balloons filled with helium.
My last memory of my Mothers life is of me, my [that day] reunited brother and sister and several other forks of our family tree singing Barry Manilow songs in squeaky heliumed up voices.
It's what she would have wanted. It was a good do
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 14:07, Reply)
I travelled to my Mothers funeral in a cab and remember hearing Coldplays The Scientist for the first time on the radio and tears falling down my face for the duration of the entire journey [Google the lyrics it would make the length unacceptable for you if I were to included them here]
We hadn't spoken for five years despite me trying to build bridges when I'd heard she had cancer and was dying. All she said on the phone when I called her was, 'I'm busy and can't talk right now'
I loved her, I miss her, and wish more than anything we'd made our peace before she died.
Anyhoo at the wake which was held in a pub in Beckton, a Charlie Chalks franchise as it happens, there were balloons filled with helium.
My last memory of my Mothers life is of me, my [that day] reunited brother and sister and several other forks of our family tree singing Barry Manilow songs in squeaky heliumed up voices.
It's what she would have wanted. It was a good do
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 14:07, Reply)
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