Went to the funeral of a fellow U3A committee member today. Struggled to read the order of service with personal bits about her, saved it until I came home.
Just about held it together until the coffin went out to "If Tomorrow Never Comes" by Ronan Keating.
Then I went.
What gets you at a funeral.
I don't believe in funerals (and I refuse to attend them) but there's still one particular past-pupil of mine (who was killed in a car crash a few years after leaving school) that I always think of when reading a particular D H Lawrence poem.
Not too keen on burials, seeing the box going down then throwing dirt on it, I prefer the crem , much more pleasant if that is a way to describe a sad occassion.
Yes it is strange even if you are not that close to the deceased you get moved.
We were not that close but I found it really emotional. Very strange really.
It wasn't the fact we were close. She had breast cancer, when she eventually went into hospital her husband had a heart attack, they ended up side by side in a ward. It worries us all how he will cope.
After my mother's funeral I vowed I'd never attend another one, not even my own. All bits and pieces are left to medical research and spare parts surgery, proved I'm not TOO old by then for them to be of any use.
Slightly macabre humour, but when asked why I did not attend the funeral of someone, I replied, "He's not going to come to mine, so why should I go to his?"