Wednesday, 1 July 2015

A Strange Day



Somewhat tired from not eating properly last night and a bit dim much of the day, well until I ate properly.  Funny how eating affects you innit?  Then in the afternoon, in sweltering heat some 30 degrees (that's 86 to those who do things properly) I had to attend a funeral.  
I avoided the actual internment as I left that for the close family and friends but I was amazed at the church when I found it full to overflowing.  I had to stand all the way through.  The lady at the centre of it all was of course praised for her life and as she has now gone to join Jesus her saviour the majority could rejoice also.  The hardest thing was talking to the husband of almost 50 years who is left behind.  Happy as he is that she is with her Lord he now has the great difficulty of trying to live with that great hole in his life.  He will feel it badly once everybody has left and he faces life daily alone.  Sadly nobody can help with that one.
However as at such occasions families met with one another, sometimes the first meeting since the last death/marriage/divorce and long afterwards the buffet was being chomped while tea and cold iced drinks were doing the rounds.  A death in the family and so much laughter!  I didn't wish to mention it but there were one or two who probably should have stayed behind!  
Some funerals are so sad.  People without God die and all sorts of music and chat in their memory is offered and no-one really wants to face the reality of death and the consequences.  Today most could do this knowing they will meet again, a few would not.
I however chatted to those I could and attempted to eat as much buffet as possible but was pushed aside by the crush.  So I got home to fish & chips in the heat, not a good idea but one must eat something.  I have work to do and so little has been done this past few days.  
Ah well, I'll do it tomorrow...

9 comments:

carolincairns said...

The beauty of Summer holidays!

the fly in the web said...

Do I remember correctly that one of the Bachs composed a joyous funeral march for his funeral.

Lee said...

I don't do funerals; me and them don't go together well...so I would've done the fish and chips; me and fish & chips go well together! :)

I love the poppies...a beautiful photo of nature at its best.

Kay G. said...

I really love that photo of the poppies. Did you take that?
I would put it on my blog if I were you, I would want to look at it every day. I adore poppies.

Adullamite said...

Carol, You have a holiday...?

Fly, He composed it for his own funeral? Much of yesterday was set up by the deceased.

Lee, Unfortunately they canny be avoided.

Kay, You can use the poppy if you wish. Make Richard jealous!

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

I eagerly await my release from this prison.

Adullamite said...

Jerry, That day will come.

Jenny Woolf said...

Funerals can leave one feeling a bit shaken up for sure.
Fish and chips on a day like - I think I would have gone into the Co Op and got a salad!

Adullamite said...

Jenny, Indeed, they are strange occasions. Fish and chips are the fuel to keep me going, but I would prefer salad now.