Final Farewell

06-07-2011

Today was The Boss' funeral.

I've always hated funerals because it seems that when you attend one of them the ones after it bring up all sorts of memories. Almost as if you are living each one over and over all at the same time.

The Soup is especially bad at this as it sees the event as a trigger and figures you want to remember every funeral you've ever been too. In great detail.

Today was a little bit different though, because there was one funeral that stood out most amongst all the others: My Nan's. Her funeral was held in the same church fifteen, nearly sixteen, years ago as The Boss' was today. Throughout the ceremony there was a twelve year old Jester sitting across from me.

In a way it sort of made things nice, in so far as 'nice' can be applied to a funeral. It gave a nice circle of closure that they both had the funeral in the same place and were buried together in the same graveyard and plot. One thing they used to argue about in a semi-playful manner was that The Boss was always coming up to bed later and waking her up.

Looks like he decided that the 'final sleep' was going to be no exception.

The lady friend remarked that I was doing what I usually do at church ceremonies, none of the religious gestures or prayers, which made me laugh. If The Boss had called me a heathen for so many years and knew my views on all things religious then that's what he would have expected of me today. To attend and to things in the way I always do.

I know her real reason behind the statement though, it was too take the edge of things with a little bit of light humour. It worked.

It's always sad that a death is the main reason a large family gathers together in one place, but sometimes that is just the way of it. It was nice though to see everyone there for the final farewell to a great man and as myself and five of my cousins carried the coffin out of the church I managed to hold it together with their help.

Besides, it was a nice memory to have. Having been carried when I was younger by The Boss the least I could do was help carry him on one last journey.

Over the last few days family and friends have made things a lot easier to deal with. Family for being family. Siblings, parents, uncles, aunts and cousins. We get a little and we give a little and the ordeal becomes a problem halved and one easily shared.

Friends for being the family you choose, some crazy bastards even attending the removal or funeral at the church. An act that I truly appreciated, more than I can ever put into words.

The lady friend especially was a great rock to lean on, despite the drivel she may have said on her own site about being useless. A big, special, thanks to one amazing lady. She'll get a little hug after reading this sentence in about two minutes ;)

I want to keep this one short, because The Boss wouldn't have wanted me dwelling too long on sad times. So I will finish with a little ditty he was always saying over the years.



Everytime I pass a church,

I pay a little visit.

So when I'm standing at the Pearly Gates,

The Lord doesn't ask 'Who is it?'



I hope that little con paid off for you Boss ;)

Blue_jester




Mr. Tea | Thu, 07 Jul 11 00:12:37 +0100

"Everytime I pass a church, I pay a little visit. So when I'm standing at the Pearly Gates, The Lord doesn't ask 'Who is it?"

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

If that's how The Boss lived....it's easy to see where you got it from!

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