A Funeral One Year Later.
It is utterly tragic, going to Mick's funeral only a year after going to that of his mother. A lot of old friends and acquaintances there. His brother, who must be devastated losing both family members in twelve months - even though I got the impression he didn't understand Mick's hobbies and friends too well. Good to see the large turn-out though.
Mick was one of the nicest, friendliest, most decent blokes I've ever known. He brought a lot of people together and kept them together in life. He always tried to get into the city for our Thursday night dinners at La Guillotine and other restaurants. He was a peacemaker between often fractious characters, even calming me down once or twice when I thought someone had said something beyond the pail.
I think the music chosen for the funeral was quirky but appropriate: Nick Cave's "The Wild Rose", his sister's choice of "He ain't Heavy, He's My Brother", and the Monty Python's "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life."
At the reception they had a huge box of photos that had been brought by all and sundry; some of them taken by him, of his interests (guns, military vehicles, aeroplanes, wargames; most of them taken by his friends and family of him, of parties, of friends and relatives. We were all invited to dig through them and take ones that we thought had special meaning to us.
I'm glad I'm an atheist. I can't find any greater good in what happened to Mick*. I'm just glad I knew him for as long as I did.
*please don't try to find it for me. It'll only cause more pain.
Mick was one of the nicest, friendliest, most decent blokes I've ever known. He brought a lot of people together and kept them together in life. He always tried to get into the city for our Thursday night dinners at La Guillotine and other restaurants. He was a peacemaker between often fractious characters, even calming me down once or twice when I thought someone had said something beyond the pail.
I think the music chosen for the funeral was quirky but appropriate: Nick Cave's "The Wild Rose", his sister's choice of "He ain't Heavy, He's My Brother", and the Monty Python's "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life."
At the reception they had a huge box of photos that had been brought by all and sundry; some of them taken by him, of his interests (guns, military vehicles, aeroplanes, wargames; most of them taken by his friends and family of him, of parties, of friends and relatives. We were all invited to dig through them and take ones that we thought had special meaning to us.
I'm glad I'm an atheist. I can't find any greater good in what happened to Mick*. I'm just glad I knew him for as long as I did.
*please don't try to find it for me. It'll only cause more pain.