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Oct. 8th, 2012 09:27 amIt is strange to go to a funeral for someone two years your junior. Someone who was only 34. It feels wrong.
Of course it was worthwhile to go, but I kept thinking about how D would have reacted to various parts of the service. It was odd; it wasn't particularly something he would have liked. But as was acknowledged at the beginning of the service, he would have understood that it was something that his family and friends needed.
I am glad I went. I am glad I stayed for a while afterward. But I am also glad that then I left, and went home and made a huge amount of autumnal food, because making things helps fill the holes inside. It's cheap, delicious, nutritious therapy.
Of course it was worthwhile to go, but I kept thinking about how D would have reacted to various parts of the service. It was odd; it wasn't particularly something he would have liked. But as was acknowledged at the beginning of the service, he would have understood that it was something that his family and friends needed.
I am glad I went. I am glad I stayed for a while afterward. But I am also glad that then I left, and went home and made a huge amount of autumnal food, because making things helps fill the holes inside. It's cheap, delicious, nutritious therapy.