Death
Today I went to a funeral.
lovellama passed away last year, but due to pandemic related issues the family could not have a proper funeral or memorial gathering. Today they made up for that. As the ceremony was taking place very close to where I live, I asked permission to attend and was invited.
Fun fact, I have met
lovellama in person all of once, exactly. That's right, we met on the internet (dun dun DUUNNNNN) through the wonders of LiveJournal. And even as LJ faded away and FB became the new normal, we remained friends.
I sat and listened as her family and friends spoke about her, and how much they loved and cared for her.
And, because I am mentally decrepit, I asked myself, "What would my funeral be like?"
Who would stand and speak a kind word? Who would remember me and say 'This person had an effect on my life'? What have I done that would make me memorable?
I think there's a saying about how immortality isn't about living forever, but rather being remembered forever. Would I last in the minds of those I know? Or would I fade into oblivion, a memory no longer needed, no longer accessed, just another file taking up space in the brain's hard drive?
This, of course, is total hypocrisy. I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday, so expecting to be remembered is a bit much. But still, I did ask myself, have I done anything worth remembering?
One of my favorite songs is by Simon and Garfunkel: Sparrow. The whole song is great, but the ending applies here:
Who will love a little sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the earth
"For all I've created returns unto me
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be"
As discussed, please find herewith bunnies.
lovellama passed away last year, but due to pandemic related issues the family could not have a proper funeral or memorial gathering. Today they made up for that. As the ceremony was taking place very close to where I live, I asked permission to attend and was invited.
Fun fact, I have met
lovellama in person all of once, exactly. That's right, we met on the internet (dun dun DUUNNNNN) through the wonders of LiveJournal. And even as LJ faded away and FB became the new normal, we remained friends.
I sat and listened as her family and friends spoke about her, and how much they loved and cared for her.
And, because I am mentally decrepit, I asked myself, "What would my funeral be like?"
Who would stand and speak a kind word? Who would remember me and say 'This person had an effect on my life'? What have I done that would make me memorable?
I think there's a saying about how immortality isn't about living forever, but rather being remembered forever. Would I last in the minds of those I know? Or would I fade into oblivion, a memory no longer needed, no longer accessed, just another file taking up space in the brain's hard drive?
This, of course, is total hypocrisy. I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday, so expecting to be remembered is a bit much. But still, I did ask myself, have I done anything worth remembering?
One of my favorite songs is by Simon and Garfunkel: Sparrow. The whole song is great, but the ending applies here:
Who will love a little sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the earth
"For all I've created returns unto me
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be"
As discussed, please find herewith bunnies.