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.
Posted by Marsha Sigman at 12:06 PM