Re: Make your own Wednesday PWYC
Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2018 7:51 pm
Hmmmm W-words for my day
Weepy
Wonderful
Waste
Worshiping
Weather
Wrong
Woozy
Weary
Obviously it was a weepy day but not that much since I didn't know my cousin's son well (at all, really) so my tears were more of empathy than personal loss.
It was wonderful in a way because one of my favourite cousins and her husband made it from Ontario. We saw them a bit before and after the funeral and then we had a lovely dinner with them this evening (along with the father of the deceased.) We ate at dUnc's favourite restaurant and were sat at the same table for six they had sat at last October with dUnc, dcousin and K. Now K and dUnc are buried next to each other.
The death was a waste of such potential. And so many opportunities when things could have been put right. The mother took the twin boys away when they were small, to the extent that her new husband adopted them and she willfully raised them in a way that encouraged recklessness, pushing limits and wildness, which led to the situation we find ourselves in today.
I will be surprised if I'm not back here for the second funeral within six months. Each person I informed of the death this past week corrected me, saying "You mean C, not K." And I had to set them straight.
The service was over-the-top but the minister's prayer with us before we went in and the graveside were quite good. Some of them were canned (i.e. I've used them before from our worship material resource book) but that's acceptable; they were ones I've chosen in the past because they said what I wanted people to hear. So there were elements of worship. Last night when I went for my walk I was humming a tune that I realized was the sung version of the Lord's Prayer so I've been singing that a lot in the last 24 hours.
The weather held all day. It was supposed to rain on and off. Instead it has been warm (60s) and a soft breeze after a lovely sunrise this morning. The rest of the day was cloudy but dry.
I only made two wrong turns all day, both easy to recover from. The second was directly caused by the concussion - driving in the dark is hard, my sister was talking, I got listening to her instead of tracking where I was and turned left because I thought I had to turn off the road I was on. The road had bent on its own but in the dark, I hadn't realized it.
I'm woozy from all the stimulation. So much noise at times but the worst was surrounded by bagpipes, just 10' from me, playing in the church. I love bagpipes, but I could feel my head melting down. The reception right after had at hundreds of people talking (there were 750 at the funeral plus all the firemen in the overflow room) and I finally told my sister I had to go outside because it was too much.
The 90 minute drive there was a chance to settle a bit.
The graveside was much quieter and the sound of the wind in the trees was calming. I had plenty of time to listen to it because, although we got there on time, the mother didn't and then, after getting there 10 minutes late, decided we should all wait until the next half hour before starting so we literally stood on the side of a hill waiting for 20 minutes to go by.
The drama today was a bit much. Everything was over-the-top with little space for processing feelings. It was a 90 minute funeral but it had few genuine moments. My cousin was left out of so much of the process. The graveside was much nicer because it was more relaxed and quiet and out in the open. My cousin was in his element until his ex showed up. Then he blended in with the crowd while she stood front and centre with her current husband, until he came forward to lower his child into the grave. That's when I started to weep.
I'm weary so think I'll start off to bed. I've had a cup of decaf tea to try and settle myself. It isn't working and holding my body upright is hard.
Ds just wrote to say he put a low offer in on the house we saw last week. We'll see what happens.
I promised dgs a video call tonight so I'll try and keep that in mind while doing a bit of packing. I'm looking forward to getting out of my dress clothes.
Weepy
Wonderful
Waste
Worshiping
Weather
Wrong
Woozy
Weary
Obviously it was a weepy day but not that much since I didn't know my cousin's son well (at all, really) so my tears were more of empathy than personal loss.
It was wonderful in a way because one of my favourite cousins and her husband made it from Ontario. We saw them a bit before and after the funeral and then we had a lovely dinner with them this evening (along with the father of the deceased.) We ate at dUnc's favourite restaurant and were sat at the same table for six they had sat at last October with dUnc, dcousin and K. Now K and dUnc are buried next to each other.
The death was a waste of such potential. And so many opportunities when things could have been put right. The mother took the twin boys away when they were small, to the extent that her new husband adopted them and she willfully raised them in a way that encouraged recklessness, pushing limits and wildness, which led to the situation we find ourselves in today.
I will be surprised if I'm not back here for the second funeral within six months. Each person I informed of the death this past week corrected me, saying "You mean C, not K." And I had to set them straight.
The service was over-the-top but the minister's prayer with us before we went in and the graveside were quite good. Some of them were canned (i.e. I've used them before from our worship material resource book) but that's acceptable; they were ones I've chosen in the past because they said what I wanted people to hear. So there were elements of worship. Last night when I went for my walk I was humming a tune that I realized was the sung version of the Lord's Prayer so I've been singing that a lot in the last 24 hours.
The weather held all day. It was supposed to rain on and off. Instead it has been warm (60s) and a soft breeze after a lovely sunrise this morning. The rest of the day was cloudy but dry.
I only made two wrong turns all day, both easy to recover from. The second was directly caused by the concussion - driving in the dark is hard, my sister was talking, I got listening to her instead of tracking where I was and turned left because I thought I had to turn off the road I was on. The road had bent on its own but in the dark, I hadn't realized it.
I'm woozy from all the stimulation. So much noise at times but the worst was surrounded by bagpipes, just 10' from me, playing in the church. I love bagpipes, but I could feel my head melting down. The reception right after had at hundreds of people talking (there were 750 at the funeral plus all the firemen in the overflow room) and I finally told my sister I had to go outside because it was too much.
The 90 minute drive there was a chance to settle a bit.
The graveside was much quieter and the sound of the wind in the trees was calming. I had plenty of time to listen to it because, although we got there on time, the mother didn't and then, after getting there 10 minutes late, decided we should all wait until the next half hour before starting so we literally stood on the side of a hill waiting for 20 minutes to go by.
The drama today was a bit much. Everything was over-the-top with little space for processing feelings. It was a 90 minute funeral but it had few genuine moments. My cousin was left out of so much of the process. The graveside was much nicer because it was more relaxed and quiet and out in the open. My cousin was in his element until his ex showed up. Then he blended in with the crowd while she stood front and centre with her current husband, until he came forward to lower his child into the grave. That's when I started to weep.
I'm weary so think I'll start off to bed. I've had a cup of decaf tea to try and settle myself. It isn't working and holding my body upright is hard.
Ds just wrote to say he put a low offer in on the house we saw last week. We'll see what happens.
I promised dgs a video call tonight so I'll try and keep that in mind while doing a bit of packing. I'm looking forward to getting out of my dress clothes.