my best effort for marcus.
to be honest, i'd love to tell you that this came to
me as a spur of the moment thing. i'd be lying.
ever since i heard that our good friend marcus
died it's been an ever changing thing inside my
mind.
i'd wake up dwelling on it, it would be on my mind
at work, and it would be on my mind everywhere
else. trying to find a way to explain to someone
who didn't know marcus well what kind of person
he was. that is what i'd figure an eulogy is. trying
to sum someone up in a few lines or so. i tried to
do it with my mother. it's pretty damn difficult cause
you come to understand that everyone probably had
something different to hold on to.
you find youself writing yourself into these almost
cliche eulogies where you say,"this person was a
brother or sister, best friend, and mentor..". funny
thing is i wouldn't be too off for marcus.
the thing to as well is that saying these things isn't
really needed when you see the people who've
come and said their bit to honor and respect the man.
i don't think anyone walked away unchanged from the guy.
marcus wasn't a religious man and really i can't say the
same for me. from my own experiences i know usually
at the end of these things someone reads a passage from
the bible. something about where jesus soothes the people
mourning his passing and so on.. but, that really doesn't work
here. instead i'm reminded of a quote from Vonnegut.:
"The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that
when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much
alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral.
All moments, past, present and future, always have existed,
always will exist.
The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just
that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance.
They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can
look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have
here on Earth that one moment follows another one,
like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is
gone forever. When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is
that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment,
but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments.
Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug
and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people,
which is "So it goes."
i will miss you as will everyone else. too weird to live, to rare to die.
me as a spur of the moment thing. i'd be lying.
ever since i heard that our good friend marcus
died it's been an ever changing thing inside my
mind.
i'd wake up dwelling on it, it would be on my mind
at work, and it would be on my mind everywhere
else. trying to find a way to explain to someone
who didn't know marcus well what kind of person
he was. that is what i'd figure an eulogy is. trying
to sum someone up in a few lines or so. i tried to
do it with my mother. it's pretty damn difficult cause
you come to understand that everyone probably had
something different to hold on to.
you find youself writing yourself into these almost
cliche eulogies where you say,"this person was a
brother or sister, best friend, and mentor..". funny
thing is i wouldn't be too off for marcus.
the thing to as well is that saying these things isn't
really needed when you see the people who've
come and said their bit to honor and respect the man.
i don't think anyone walked away unchanged from the guy.
marcus wasn't a religious man and really i can't say the
same for me. from my own experiences i know usually
at the end of these things someone reads a passage from
the bible. something about where jesus soothes the people
mourning his passing and so on.. but, that really doesn't work
here. instead i'm reminded of a quote from Vonnegut.:
"The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that
when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much
alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral.
All moments, past, present and future, always have existed,
always will exist.
The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just
that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance.
They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can
look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have
here on Earth that one moment follows another one,
like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is
gone forever. When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is
that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment,
but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments.
Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug
and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people,
which is "So it goes."
i will miss you as will everyone else. too weird to live, to rare to die.