October 26th, 2004
|04:35 pm - Why I did on my WWF vacation, part I|
My maternal grandfather, George Lee, was a man of good humour, but he was also a serious man. Occasionally, you couldn't tell if he was serious or if he was joking.
Once, he said to me that people didn't need to show up at his funeral; after all, he wouldn't be there.
He planned to be fishing.
Last weekend, while enjoying dinner with the other ten attendees at Walking With Fire, I remembered this.
It shot to the forefront of my consciousness, clearing everhthing else.
I sat quietly for a while. Dinner had just started, and I focused on this thought for the duration.
Why this thought, why now?
I think it was a call from him, a reminding that I am more like him that I realized.
Where will I be during my funeral? Well, I assure you that if there are people crying, I won't be there.
I'll be fishing. I know exactly where I can find a partner.
Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: "Son of a Son of a Sailor", -JB
Ain't that the truth? I don't want anyone crying at my funeral, in fact, I don't want a funeral at all! I want a big party with clowns and hot tubs and strippers and the like!
You know, some people are afraid of clowns. So there might be crying, anyway :)
You need to let me plan you funeral. I'd make you proud.
yeap me...no funeral...Party...sharing what stories be they lewd or baudy...they better share with the liquor...good liquor!!!!
|Date:||October 26th, 2004 02:19 pm (UTC)|| |
Kelly (my sister) is the only family member that I really knew that past away. We didn't have a funeral, her remains were cremated, and some day we're going to scatter her ashes in Maui (her favorite place). I don't think I can handle funerals...the idea of that gets me too emotionally charged, and it's so self-serving, it's my pain, not my remembering her.
I also wanted to apologize for just writing you the biggest filtered post in the world. It's a novel. I am so sorry.
I can honestly say that I have never understood the "American" funeral tradition. We all need to mark the passing of an individual. I can relate to that, but why do we insist on gathering all of us into a dark paneled chamber and play slow music?
For most folks I know, everyone would be better served by a nice outdoor potluck near their intended resting place, eating and drinking while sharing wonderful stories of their lives. Our ancestors are there to guide us after they have passed. We should start the new phase of our relationship by marking the way they lived and celebrating the new role they play.
Hmmmm ... maybe I should apply to be the first druid funeral director.
|Date:||October 26th, 2004 09:48 pm (UTC)|| |
I like the NO style of funerals; slow marches to the gravesite, and one big jazz fest on the way out of the cemetary. Don't forget to see Mama Laveaox.
That sounds like a *lot* of fun. I'd attend that.