A Very Serious Posting

What we'd been dreading has happened. At age 81 my (and my sister's of course) mother has moved off this life. It happens to everybody of course, and sometimes we forget that the natural way is that children bury their parents and not the other way around. So many wars, drunk-drivers and plain pointlessness make too many parents bury their children.

Anyhow, I flew over to Dad, my sister joined us, along with her rude-boy, and a friend of the parents.

At the ceremony, we put on a CD of Faure's requiem, and I read that poem which of course was out of the original context but seemed like the best thing to say.

If you can't follow the link, then here's the text, note all and any copyrights:

The life that I have

Is all that I have

And the life that I have

Is yours

The love that I have

Of the life that I have

Is yours and yours

and yours

A sleep I shall have

A rest I shall have

Yet death will be

but a pause

For the peace of my years

In the long green grass

Will be yours and yours

and yours

If you know the background to the poem, then you'll know that the line about the long green grass is a lump in the throat.

Apart from that, I said the beginning and end of the Kaddish and left it at that, as anything else would have been superfluous.

The next posting will probably be about the start of a new life...