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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Funeral for a friend
A couple of years ago, about a week before my birthday, I had the news of an old friend (Tim)passing; he was 37 and died very suddenly. I live in Madrid, flew to the UK for the funeral (my first).
An emotional affair to say the least but had one of the defining moments of my life.
One of his friends, Al, an ex-army lad (who'd been through good and bad times with Tim) paid his respects at the end of the service. No tears, no speaches; he just quietly walked up to the cofin, hands to his side, then stood in front in silent thoughts. There was a dignity about him, about the look in his eyes, that cut through the cloud of grief. It was naked grief and it was beautiful. With all the tears there was that sharp dignity; it moves me now as it did then. Something to aspire to.
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 19:46, Reply)
A couple of years ago, about a week before my birthday, I had the news of an old friend (Tim)passing; he was 37 and died very suddenly. I live in Madrid, flew to the UK for the funeral (my first).
An emotional affair to say the least but had one of the defining moments of my life.
One of his friends, Al, an ex-army lad (who'd been through good and bad times with Tim) paid his respects at the end of the service. No tears, no speaches; he just quietly walked up to the cofin, hands to his side, then stood in front in silent thoughts. There was a dignity about him, about the look in his eyes, that cut through the cloud of grief. It was naked grief and it was beautiful. With all the tears there was that sharp dignity; it moves me now as it did then. Something to aspire to.
( , Thu 11 May 2006, 19:46, Reply)
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