I put the fun in funeral.
Funerals, such an odd thing. We all gather around the dead, and cry. Today was Mark's (my partner) Uncles mother's funeral. She was 80, and had been with the same man since she was 12. How freakin adorable is that BTW. He's Uncle did something different in the eulogy, that I really liked. It was a beautiful celebration of her life. He quoted The Sound of music, that we get scared, and upset one someone passes, but we should remember our favorite things, because then it doesn't seem so bad. So he went through a list of all her favorite things in life. From her family to her grand-kids sports games, to crab night down the shore, it was the most beautiful eulogy I have ever heard. I did't know her, I had only met her once, but it even made me tear up.
Death is such a odd thing to deal with. You can believe anything you want about the after life, but none of us truly know. And all of us deal with it differently. Some people cry, some people need to talk about to everyone, some people deal with it in private, and some people like me, make jokes. I guess I always make jokes of everything in life that is difficult to deal with, while it doesn't make it go away, it makes you feel better. At least that's what works for me. And I feel we all need that one person there too. Mark is an emotional person, and I love him for that. And when he gets over whelmed, I always have some crack to make him laugh.
I really hope my funeral is full of a life time of funny stories, and stupid things I've done. Not bible versus that have nothing to do with my life. I hope my eulogy is like that of Mommom Campoli, full of laughs and all of my favorite things. But most of all, I just hope I'm remembered. It may sound like a silly thing to say when I'm only 28, but as much as I want kids, financially, I still can't even afford a car, let alone kids. Being gay means no "oops, baby," and it's a lot of work to be able to adopt, and/or have a surrogate. As much as I love my life the way it is, I fear when I'm older, I'll regret never being able to have kids. I come from a small family. It's just me, my mom, my dad and my brother, who's probably further away from kids than I am. Then I look at Mark's huge family, and I can't help to feel being jealous. What kind of legacy will I leave behind? Will any of us be remembered forever? Of course not. I just don't want to be forgotten so quickly... But I guess, that's what we all want in the end. To be remembered.
Maybe that's why I have such a terrible time letting go of the past. Good or bad. But I guess in a way we all do. Some of us deal with it in tears, some in talking about it, some deal with it in private, and some, some make jokes.
Death is such a odd thing to deal with. You can believe anything you want about the after life, but none of us truly know. And all of us deal with it differently. Some people cry, some people need to talk about to everyone, some people deal with it in private, and some people like me, make jokes. I guess I always make jokes of everything in life that is difficult to deal with, while it doesn't make it go away, it makes you feel better. At least that's what works for me. And I feel we all need that one person there too. Mark is an emotional person, and I love him for that. And when he gets over whelmed, I always have some crack to make him laugh.
I really hope my funeral is full of a life time of funny stories, and stupid things I've done. Not bible versus that have nothing to do with my life. I hope my eulogy is like that of Mommom Campoli, full of laughs and all of my favorite things. But most of all, I just hope I'm remembered. It may sound like a silly thing to say when I'm only 28, but as much as I want kids, financially, I still can't even afford a car, let alone kids. Being gay means no "oops, baby," and it's a lot of work to be able to adopt, and/or have a surrogate. As much as I love my life the way it is, I fear when I'm older, I'll regret never being able to have kids. I come from a small family. It's just me, my mom, my dad and my brother, who's probably further away from kids than I am. Then I look at Mark's huge family, and I can't help to feel being jealous. What kind of legacy will I leave behind? Will any of us be remembered forever? Of course not. I just don't want to be forgotten so quickly... But I guess, that's what we all want in the end. To be remembered.
Maybe that's why I have such a terrible time letting go of the past. Good or bad. But I guess in a way we all do. Some of us deal with it in tears, some in talking about it, some deal with it in private, and some, some make jokes.