Funerals

Funeral-mood is very odd. One of the few occasions where words are mostly in the wrong place. The “zone” is in between sadness, hope and believing. They always pull me down to earth. Grounding. Oh well. In the recent case, the funeral was a relief, because the person was in a very bad shape, healthwise - a relief from suffering. I didn’t knew him that well, but I know his son - and the son of this son. And everyone around those, basically.

The person wrote a letter, which the priest read. Altho I’m an atheist and everything, I do have a deep respect for someone who puts his life and his existence in such a deep belief. I don’t talk about the cancer, like “fundamentalism”. The spiritual thing, remember..?

A little passage: ”.. and don’t be sad because I left: We will meet again. Go on with your life, live it - as much as you can, love your friends and family. Life is there to be lived - the next one we’ll share again.” …

I’m not sure yet about the “meeting” part (yeah flame me ;)) ).. But what I know for sure is the thing about love and that life goes on, if you want it. On a sidenote: For my funeral I want a party and a Jazz Band playing Cool-Jazz from the last century, maybe some shoegaze-post-rock-hymns to chillout and maybe order some pizza and a cold beer for everyone. :)