I Went to a Funeral
Perhaps it is me,but nothing prepared me for an obvious fact of growing older,the deaths of those we grew up with,laughed with,argued with and just...knew.
I went to a third funeral in two years yesterday.The first was the suicide of my closest friend,which hit me more than any other death I have experienced,including both my parents.
The second was of a friend who had given me the chance to move out of my parents home,not the first time,but at a time it was desperately needed.John knew it was coming,and had complained after the NHS had revived him when he had asked them not to if the situation arose.
And yesterdays funeral,for I guy I would count as an associate more than friend,but someone who I went to infants school with.And I appreciate him for the individual he definitely was,with the power to influence many others in his younger days.
Another chapter in my life closes,and points to the absolute truth of us all.Thanks for reading.
I went to a third funeral in two years yesterday.The first was the suicide of my closest friend,which hit me more than any other death I have experienced,including both my parents.
The second was of a friend who had given me the chance to move out of my parents home,not the first time,but at a time it was desperately needed.John knew it was coming,and had complained after the NHS had revived him when he had asked them not to if the situation arose.
And yesterdays funeral,for I guy I would count as an associate more than friend,but someone who I went to infants school with.And I appreciate him for the individual he definitely was,with the power to influence many others in his younger days.
Another chapter in my life closes,and points to the absolute truth of us all.Thanks for reading.
61-69, M
