Monday, October 29, 2012

The Memory of You

I hate reading sad posts.  And I absolutely abhor wallowing in grief.  Sometimes bad things happen and sometimes the people we love die.  I accept this.  After a while it's like a tooth ache you can ignore when you need to but you're always aware of it.  That niggling little pain in the back of your heart.

I hate funerals.  I hate the archaic tradition of viewing someone who's no longer at home in their skin.  I hate listening to people speak about someone I loved as if they knew them. I hate saying goodbye.

But most of all, I hate that the last memory I have will be of that person in a box, being lowered into the cold ground, on a sunny day when it should be raining.  Because it should always be raining on the days we bury the people we love.

I want to remember how they were when they were happy, and laughing over a story, or bitching about the latest family drama.

Until we meet again, Susan.  I will keep the best memory of you I can.


  1. I'm sorry to hear you lost someone close. Have to agree with you about funerals, though. I think the Irish do it right by having a wake where everyone gets drunk and celebrates your life.

  2. Aw, this is so sad, and the writing is so heartfelt it brought tears to my eyes. You're right. It should rain on funeral days. But then it would be raining every day because people lose loved ones every day of every year. I'm sorry that you're one of them.

  3. This was a sad and beautiful post, Marsha. Sorry for your loss.

  4. I'm sorry, Marsha :(

    I've never gone to an open casket type funeral and I don't think I'd care to.


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