“What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval
Somewhere very near,
Just round the corner.
All is well”
Henry Scott Holland Professor of Divinity, University of Oxford – 1847-1918
Today is the day of the funeral and I don’t know what this day will bring forth.
When speaking with the minister on Wednesday I told him that we had organised sunshine for today to give Michael a great send off. He was quite skeptical but guess what, after a week of quite indifferent weather, the sun is shining brightly. The birds are singing, the sky is blue, the wind has forgotten to blow and so no need for plan B.
Yesterday I took my friend to the funeral home to see her husband’s body. This was very upsetting of course, for her. She was adamant that she wanted to see him but afterwards in between her tears, she said she wished she hadn’t seen him and he didn’t look like Michael.
I chose not to go to the funeral home when my husband died, choosing instead to remember Robert as a living, breathing person. But everybody has to do what they feel is right for them. The people at the undertakers were very caring and of course, as they deal with this situation every day, they were very solicitous.
We went back to the apartment afterwards and as we were leaving to go to another friend’s house for dinner, I noticed a parking ticket on my car. A fitting end to another ghastly day.
Tomorrow will be better.
To live in lives we leave behind is not to die” Judith Baxter 1938 –