Anyone here into with Joy Division? An enterprising individual on YouTube has kindly created a totally hilarious video to go one of my favourite songs, "No Love Lost". The video consists of the music of Joy Division set against the cheesy dance routine of some song or the other called "I Wanna Love You Tender". Somehow the combination works really well.
So, onto more serious matters, my dad's funeral was a bit unusual. Every funeral I've ever attended previously has been religious in tone with prayers for the soul of the departed and singing of hymns. My dad's funeral was non-religious and the music consisted of "Angels" by Robbie Williams, "We've Got Tonight" by Kenny Rogers and "Still The One " by Shania Twain. I don't remember him being into that kind of music (I remember him being into The Eagles and The Rolling Stones) but hey, its been 15 years since I spoke to him so, his tastes could have changed. Fortunately we were not required to sing along!
A few days before the funeral I went to the funeral director's shop to view my dad. I felt ok on the way there but as I stepped in to the shop, I felt my legs going a bit wobbly. It was quite a small shop and a little corridor led from the reception area to the viewing room. As I stepped into the room and I saw the coffin I felt like I was going to cry. However, once I'd walked forward a step or two and I actually could see my dad's face, I didn't recognise him. It was like they'd put the wrong body in the coffin. The shock of it stopped the tears before they'd even come out. It wasn't just that my dad looked older, but his face was much narrower. My dad had a bit of a chubby face but he must have lost weight due to his illness. It really didn't look like my dad. However, I could tell that it was my dad in the coffin due to the presence of some scars on his hand - when my dad was a young man he was involved in an industrial accident and he almost lost the use of his hand (the compensation payout enabled him to buy his first house - I think that was back in the 1960's).
My dad's death has brought home to me the impermanence of life. I have lived my life as if I had all the time in the world and I have taken time itself for granted. For a few years I'd been thinking that I should get back in touch with my dad. At the start of this year, I had a think about what things I would try to accomplish or try to change during the year. One of the things on my mental 'to do list' was to get back in touch with my dad before the end of the year. I left it too late (maybe I left it 6 years too late since he had dementia all that time) and I have to accept responsibility for that. With my dad's death I feel as though time is like a wind that slowly but surely blows everyone away. It may take decades but there's no winning against the winds of time. In that face of this what is there to do? I think that the only thing to do is to try to gain some enjoyment or some form of satisfaction from the short life one has. I know that's a pretty empty answer, but I am not sure what other answer there can be.
So, onto more serious matters, my dad's funeral was a bit unusual. Every funeral I've ever attended previously has been religious in tone with prayers for the soul of the departed and singing of hymns. My dad's funeral was non-religious and the music consisted of "Angels" by Robbie Williams, "We've Got Tonight" by Kenny Rogers and "Still The One " by Shania Twain. I don't remember him being into that kind of music (I remember him being into The Eagles and The Rolling Stones) but hey, its been 15 years since I spoke to him so, his tastes could have changed. Fortunately we were not required to sing along!
A few days before the funeral I went to the funeral director's shop to view my dad. I felt ok on the way there but as I stepped in to the shop, I felt my legs going a bit wobbly. It was quite a small shop and a little corridor led from the reception area to the viewing room. As I stepped into the room and I saw the coffin I felt like I was going to cry. However, once I'd walked forward a step or two and I actually could see my dad's face, I didn't recognise him. It was like they'd put the wrong body in the coffin. The shock of it stopped the tears before they'd even come out. It wasn't just that my dad looked older, but his face was much narrower. My dad had a bit of a chubby face but he must have lost weight due to his illness. It really didn't look like my dad. However, I could tell that it was my dad in the coffin due to the presence of some scars on his hand - when my dad was a young man he was involved in an industrial accident and he almost lost the use of his hand (the compensation payout enabled him to buy his first house - I think that was back in the 1960's).
My dad's death has brought home to me the impermanence of life. I have lived my life as if I had all the time in the world and I have taken time itself for granted. For a few years I'd been thinking that I should get back in touch with my dad. At the start of this year, I had a think about what things I would try to accomplish or try to change during the year. One of the things on my mental 'to do list' was to get back in touch with my dad before the end of the year. I left it too late (maybe I left it 6 years too late since he had dementia all that time) and I have to accept responsibility for that. With my dad's death I feel as though time is like a wind that slowly but surely blows everyone away. It may take decades but there's no winning against the winds of time. In that face of this what is there to do? I think that the only thing to do is to try to gain some enjoyment or some form of satisfaction from the short life one has. I know that's a pretty empty answer, but I am not sure what other answer there can be.
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The Youtube clip works so well. Thanks for the info. My mind is pretty much decided on B. The London as an alternative though will be the bargaining point.