K’vitsh

Went to the station manager’s son’s memorial service today. It was lovely, really.

Unlike some services I’ve been to, it really was about celebrating life, and the life of the person. I never met him, but I got a real sense of who he was and what he meant to people. I’ve been to some (well, one) where the preacher didn’t even know the guy, then turned the whole thing into a Jebus pitch. So wrong and so gross.

The boy’s cousin told a funny (at least I thought it was) about him. One day he offered, apropos of nothing, “I miss the Beatles”. The people there asked, what? He said they were all dead. He was told, no, only two were. He rolled his eyes, and said, “No, they all commited suicide”.

During the reception afterward, I went to the loo. There was a little girl in there, going about her little girl bathroom business, all the while singing, “La, la, la, la…”. When she flushed the toilet, she squealed with delight.

I think I’ll bring that attitude to my future bathroom visits.

Except, you know, quieter.

I feel ashamed of last week’s sorrow. Going to this today made me realize how shattered I’d be if/when someone I love dies. I need to shore up more strength.

My stomach’s still rumbly, so I’m going to have a bath, read, and hit the sack.

Sweet dreams, all.