[LJ2ME] Time To Say Goodbye
There was a memorial service at work today in memory of and tribute to a colleague who had met with an accident on the way home a few days ago.
I couldn't really place a face to the name and cannot really remember him, but testimonials and recollections of staff members who did showed him in a good light, friendly and helpful, with an ever-ready smile.
Sniffles and choked-back sobs were barely controlled in the chapel. Eyes were red and hearts heavy as the service began with Bette Midler's The Rose poignantly fleshing out life's journey.
It then struck me that not so long ago, in one of those unconventional correspondences we have, ryanfoster and I listed the music we'd like played at our funeral and that was one of his choices. I didn't know the song by title when he mentioned it but when we sang it this afternoon, the beautiful tune sold itself.
The late Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother, literally orchestrated her funeral down to the nitty-gritty with a drawn-up plan on paper that put down her every whim and fancy. Such was the military precision with which her wish and sentiment were carried out that no effort was spared in checking that i's were dotted and t's were crossed.
As the service drew to its close and we took our turn to place flower buds in a basin of water, my mind set to wandering and morbidly, I thought to myself, what if it were me who had died?
Would there be a memorial service for me? Would people turn up? Who would give the eulogy? What would they say? Would there be tears? Would they miss me?
I better get to work on my Heiligenstadt Testament soon... "ONLY TO BE OPENED ON MY DEATH..."
I couldn't really place a face to the name and cannot really remember him, but testimonials and recollections of staff members who did showed him in a good light, friendly and helpful, with an ever-ready smile.
Sniffles and choked-back sobs were barely controlled in the chapel. Eyes were red and hearts heavy as the service began with Bette Midler's The Rose poignantly fleshing out life's journey.
It then struck me that not so long ago, in one of those unconventional correspondences we have, ryanfoster and I listed the music we'd like played at our funeral and that was one of his choices. I didn't know the song by title when he mentioned it but when we sang it this afternoon, the beautiful tune sold itself.
The late Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother, literally orchestrated her funeral down to the nitty-gritty with a drawn-up plan on paper that put down her every whim and fancy. Such was the military precision with which her wish and sentiment were carried out that no effort was spared in checking that i's were dotted and t's were crossed.
As the service drew to its close and we took our turn to place flower buds in a basin of water, my mind set to wandering and morbidly, I thought to myself, what if it were me who had died?
Would there be a memorial service for me? Would people turn up? Who would give the eulogy? What would they say? Would there be tears? Would they miss me?
I better get to work on my Heiligenstadt Testament soon... "ONLY TO BE OPENED ON MY DEATH..."