I debtated a lot on whether to make this entry or not as talking abuot these sorts of things over the net can seem tacky, like you're looking for attention, but in the end I think there's a couple of people who would have wanted to know how things had turned out and I generally find writing about stuff therapeutic.
My grandfather had been seriously ill for a couple of weeks with cancer, he passed away the friday before last some time during the night and the funeral was today. I'm pretty sure he wasn't in much pain towards the end, he was on a lot of painkilers (the good stuff too) and spent a lot of time asleep. In a way, it wasn't as bad as it could be as I had some time to mentally prepare myself for it as he was in a bad way at the hospital.
The service today was good, my grandad wasn't a religious man, so members of the family conducted the service themselves, it was a lot more personal, it meant a lot more. There were a lot of people there as well, once mroe I realised just how lucky I was to have such a large, loving family and even after pushing the big 8-0, my grandad had a bunch of old friends coming to the service.
It made me hope that I could leave that kind of mark on so many people's lives. I sometimes get a little paranoid that I've kind of floated through life, without ever touching anyone in such a way they'd really remember me after I'm gone. I mean, if I could claim one song as my own, it'd be 'Pinch Me' by Barenakedladies, it gave me the shivers first time I heard it.
But I digress, as nice and meaningful as the service was, it was still tough, I've never been to a funeral before, I figured maybe I should gatecrash some complete stranger's funerals just to get some practise in, the key is hugging the grieving widow, offering your condolences and runnign away before anyone realises that noone knows you.
I'm gonna be fine though, it was a cathartic ceremony and we all gathered together afterwards, came together as a family, all that stuff. I guess I'm kinda rambling now, I don't really have any kind of coherent idea for this post, so I'm pretty much gonna stop here now
My grandfather had been seriously ill for a couple of weeks with cancer, he passed away the friday before last some time during the night and the funeral was today. I'm pretty sure he wasn't in much pain towards the end, he was on a lot of painkilers (the good stuff too) and spent a lot of time asleep. In a way, it wasn't as bad as it could be as I had some time to mentally prepare myself for it as he was in a bad way at the hospital.
The service today was good, my grandad wasn't a religious man, so members of the family conducted the service themselves, it was a lot more personal, it meant a lot more. There were a lot of people there as well, once mroe I realised just how lucky I was to have such a large, loving family and even after pushing the big 8-0, my grandad had a bunch of old friends coming to the service.
It made me hope that I could leave that kind of mark on so many people's lives. I sometimes get a little paranoid that I've kind of floated through life, without ever touching anyone in such a way they'd really remember me after I'm gone. I mean, if I could claim one song as my own, it'd be 'Pinch Me' by Barenakedladies, it gave me the shivers first time I heard it.
But I digress, as nice and meaningful as the service was, it was still tough, I've never been to a funeral before, I figured maybe I should gatecrash some complete stranger's funerals just to get some practise in, the key is hugging the grieving widow, offering your condolences and runnign away before anyone realises that noone knows you.
I'm gonna be fine though, it was a cathartic ceremony and we all gathered together afterwards, came together as a family, all that stuff. I guess I'm kinda rambling now, I don't really have any kind of coherent idea for this post, so I'm pretty much gonna stop here now
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sorry to hear about your granddad . My gran died a few months age , but shit both my granddads died years ago , apparently its a family tradition for the women to vastly outlive the men (or maybe the nagging just pushed them to the edge and past it ) . Perhaps i need to turn gay at around 60 .