Don't you just hate funerals? The faceless masses, the snivelling strangers, the choking commiseration's.
And it's even worse when it's a sad one. You know the type, a 41 year old woman, departing the world, leaving in her wake (no pun intended, a play on words, call it what you will) three young children and a distraught husband. Everyone just has to jump on the grieving band-wagon. People that you've never even met before are shaking your hand and uttering their condolences, "Sorry for your loss". Their sweaty palms clasping yours as if you were about to slip away into the here-after also.
And then I wonder what it's all for. The crying through classes, the hesitant speech, as if you were about to dishonour the woman somehow, by resurfacing the memory of how she lived ...
But then there are the people who can't stop talking, even when the congregation is imploring them to. "I had to break the awful news to his class ... some were even in tears as they found out." Their tutor gloats, as if she were the sole bringer of doom. The only one allowed to revel in their grief.
Half of my sisters class didn't have an inkling of who she even was, let alone sympathise at the loss she would be for the community.
The funeral, today at 11:30a.m. Little 9 year old Donal, her youngest son, and this is the crunch line for me, as his mother is being brought to the graveyard, out the church doors and out into the yard, "Don't let mommy go!" yelling at his father not to let his mother be lost forever to the great unknown.
And suddenly all this crying and convulsions about "poor Sheila" seem so utterly ridiculous. It's Donal, Tadhg and Marie that have their hearts ripped out.
This would be the spoonfeeding if you couldn't be bothered reading that (fine, be like that). Basically what I'm saying is that everyone goes crazy when a young, well relatively young person dies. The family and close friends have a right to be grieving ... but there are people in my school that went to her funeral just to get out of class.
Ammm, yeah. Rant over I suppose.
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And it's even worse when it's a sad one. You know the type, a 41 year old woman, departing the world, leaving in her wake (no pun intended, a play on words, call it what you will) three young children and a distraught husband. Everyone just has to jump on the grieving band-wagon. People that you've never even met before are shaking your hand and uttering their condolences, "Sorry for your loss". Their sweaty palms clasping yours as if you were about to slip away into the here-after also.
And then I wonder what it's all for. The crying through classes, the hesitant speech, as if you were about to dishonour the woman somehow, by resurfacing the memory of how she lived ...
But then there are the people who can't stop talking, even when the congregation is imploring them to. "I had to break the awful news to his class ... some were even in tears as they found out." Their tutor gloats, as if she were the sole bringer of doom. The only one allowed to revel in their grief.
Half of my sisters class didn't have an inkling of who she even was, let alone sympathise at the loss she would be for the community.
The funeral, today at 11:30a.m. Little 9 year old Donal, her youngest son, and this is the crunch line for me, as his mother is being brought to the graveyard, out the church doors and out into the yard, "Don't let mommy go!" yelling at his father not to let his mother be lost forever to the great unknown.
And suddenly all this crying and convulsions about "poor Sheila" seem so utterly ridiculous. It's Donal, Tadhg and Marie that have their hearts ripped out.
This would be the spoonfeeding if you couldn't be bothered reading that (fine, be like that). Basically what I'm saying is that everyone goes crazy when a young, well relatively young person dies. The family and close friends have a right to be grieving ... but there are people in my school that went to her funeral just to get out of class.
Ammm, yeah. Rant over I suppose.
Comments, much loved. heart
