It's Thursday, but I'm still thinking about last weekend. Last weekend I was in Portland for JayWake, jaylake's pre-mortem wake, the gravity of which was defused somewhat by his recent good news, about which we are all pleased
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Yep. It's lessened for me, at least right now, by being part of a community and all of us managing it together. Inside my own head? Well, I guess I'm back to "My mourning is my own business"--and that's another subject for another post at some point, I suspect.
Re: Why the badge?scarlettinaAugust 2 2013, 15:22:08 UTC
Because JayWake was organized like a science fiction convention and everyone got badges. Also because the numbers allowed the organizers to run a door prize and to designate hapless victims to participate in the "floor show" (by which I refer to the random Q&A: How do you know the pre-deceased? and so on).
Your post made me think of the funeral scene in "Waking Ned Devine" where Jackie O'Shea is actually speaking about his still-living friend, Michael O'Sullivan, who is currently pretending to be Ned Devine.:
Michael O'Sullivan was my great friend. But I don't ever remember telling him that. The words that are spoken at a funeral are spoken too late for the man who is dead. What a wonderful thing it would be to visit your own funeral. To sit at the front and hear what was said, maybe say a few things yourself. Michael and I grew old together. But at times, when we laughed, we grew young. If he was here now, if he could hear what I say, I'd congratulate him on being a great man, and thank him for being a friend.
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Yep. It's lessened for me, at least right now, by being part of a community and all of us managing it together. Inside my own head? Well, I guess I'm back to "My mourning is my own business"--and that's another subject for another post at some point, I suspect.
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PS, did you get my recent email?
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Michael O'Sullivan was my great friend. But I don't ever remember telling him that. The words that are spoken at a funeral are spoken too late for the man who is dead. What a wonderful thing it would be to visit your own funeral. To sit at the front and hear what was said, maybe say a few things yourself. Michael and I grew old together. But at times, when we laughed, we grew young. If he was here now, if he could hear what I say, I'd congratulate him on being a great man, and thank him for being a friend.
*HUGS*
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