The hardest funeral I've ever been to (and really, only one other is in the running though there were more) was for my freshman physics prof. The reason I chose that school. What made it hard was that it was the first that I'd had to do on my own, and the utter and complete devastation of those who'd known him longer. So I kinda get it.
I was poor, I didn't have anything right to wear, even as I knew, chosing something right? Was impossible.
Wear something you are comfy in. And if you can stretch, something she would have admired.
One of the defining moments for me (defining of what, I don't know) was sitting at the memorial service, in a balck theater, watching dust motes and sensing the unbearable spring outside. Full of life, bees buzzing, redbuds blooming ..and this guy was dead.
Dude, your birthday dinner was nearly a year ago, Lee??? That is unpossible. Except for that pesky whole trip around the sun thing.
Minus about 2 weeks, yep.
Hey, wanna go to Vegas, with Juliana and Emily and I, in about 2 weeks?
Oh, man. Thanks, sara. I now realise this my first non-family funeral. That accounts for a lot of fear and feelings of isolation. Usually I'd have someone I'm really very close to to lean on, and I'm not afraid of losing it in front of them.
ita--your presence is what counts. I am sure that you will both give and recieve comfort tomorrow, which is as it should be.
I think my sister's multibaby shower conflicts. I *told* her to time her pregnancies better...
Usually I'd have someone I'm really very close to to lean on, and I'm not afraid of losing it in front of them.
I was so grateful to be with S at Billy's service in March. I knew a lot of people there but few that I could really trust when I was that fragile.
What scrappy said.
And I think a peer dying is always hard.
ita--your presence is what counts, ita. I am sure that you will both give and recieve comfort tomorrow, which is as it should be.
Oh, as usual, what Robin said.
She is wise and right.
ita, I hope I didn't make it harder in defining it. I hope you can find people to draw around you, that you find comfort in. It doesn't matter who knew who longer, just that you knew. I didn't have that and didn't seek it until it was too late, and I've gotta say, it left me a bit adrift. Sucks.
There was a void that came in our small circle, one I don't know was filled, but we tried. For 3 years. It took us until the last of his students neared graduation and I crawled into someone's lap and lost my shit for us to acknowlege our loss. And now? He's a legend at our small school. I didn't do it, not at all, those before did, and passed it on to me.
FWIW, Giada was actually born in Rome and lived there until she was 7.
hm, didn't know that. Oh, well, why let the truth get in the way of a good rant :)
Just realized that Nip/Tuck is premiering this week. I can't really get excited about it, maybe because the Carver denouement was such a complete clusterfuck of vastly improbably proportions that I no longer have any confidence in the writers. Here's hoping that they've all been fired and the new people are much better.
