Today is Jeff’s Funeral. I’m not going. I did think some more about it and I’m not not going merely to avoid inconveniencing [...]. He’s being cremated in Scarborough and then there’s a do (a junk food buffet, which symbolises Jeff’s legendary unhealthy diet) at The Shambles, which involves stairs. So very long day, and it’s going to be very traumatic. To be honest, I don’t feel strong enough in myself, before we get to the risk of my presence detracting from what other people get out of it.
In a few weeks time they are going to put his ashes in a Viking style long boat, ignite it and set it out to sea. There’s an article about this in The Whitby Gazette, which includes a rather blurry picture of Jeff. I might be able to go down to the beach watch this; we’ll see.
Anyway, I don’t know what I’ll do today, I imagine it may be business as usual for me. I might have a quiet time in the afternoon.
A person called Tinbasher pointed me towards this poem which I thought I would share with you.
For Whom The Bell Tolls - John Donne
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
Hi Goldfish,
ReplyDeletehope that your dau went as well as it could. Even though you did not attend am sure it took up a lot of your day in thoughts etc.
Completely diff scenaro, but smilar in the energy/access and "up all day" stakes, was my SL's wedding on Saturday, am still recovering from it and mu pain levels have been increased since..So probably a very wise decision on your part.
HUGS
K
ps, Hope my email reached you ok, asking as myy client seems to be a bit temprimental right now!