(This is post is backdated, written on 23rd July, 2016)
Let’s prepare for what is to come. In a couple of days, you’ll have to go to Kentucky for the funeral. What will you do there, what will you say?
Can you bear the thought of Josh being lowered into the ground? Can you bear the thought of dirt permanently covering his face?
You’re on the train, you’re on the way to work, wipe your tears. Wind it back a couple moments before the interment. The eulogy; what will you say?
“My father was an exceptional man…” that is not right. That is a line from the movie “Death at a Funeral.”
“Stop all the clocks, turn off the telephone…” W H Auden. Very “Four Weddings and a Funeral,” but very apt.
“I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.”
Oh man the last thing people want on this commute on a Monday morning is a weeping man.
I will speak his words and his desires in the best way that I can.
I will speak his truth and his ethos.
I will deliver his message, even though he is gone.
I will be his rock, immovable against the slowly battering waves.
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