“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
– Kahlil Gibran
It was Dad’s funeral today. It was the chance to say goodbye.
I’d already said goodbye. I’d sat by him for hours the day he died. Felt him go cold. Knew he’d gone.
I’d gathered my memories and shared my stories of him. Been touched by the responses of so many.
Today was about letting others say goodbye and to share more of who he was. To put together the jigsaw of experiences, of his contact with others into a coherent and impressive narrative. Even those who thought they knew all he’d done, learned something new today.
It’s been unseasonably fine and mild this week. Until today. Today it turned bitterly cold, the wind blew in gales and the rain came down in buckets. Weather gods love a cliché.
I am an introvert and a shy person by nature. I’ve learned, with age, to hide it. But social gatherings are still stressful at the best of times. Today loomed like the Cliffs of Moher.
But I did my best. I listened compassionately to others’ memories of him, accepted gratefully the sympathy and love. It was meaningful.
And now it is done. In my immediate future is some time to myself and, hopefully, sleep. And tomorrow I will have to get on with learning to live without my Dad.
“She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.”
– George Eliot