Happy New Year!
Dec. 31st, 2001 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hkellickAs it turns out, I have time to write a last entry for the year 2001.
Goodbye 2001. Tootles. Hasta. Sionarra.
So the family and I went to Eva Niles's funeral today. I didn't like it. I didn't like the rabbi. In general, I really dislike funerals. When my grandfather, Bobby, died a couple years ago, however, his ceremony was very poignant. The rabbis (there were two) and speakers reminded us not only of who Bobby was, but they didn't get all "O Lord whose fury is powerful, whose love is eternal and whose schlong is about the size of nebraska". It was poignant without being overreligious.
Much like Bobby himself.
Eva's... wasn't. I think I was turned off for sure near the end when the Rabbi spoke something akin to "and even though (son and daughter) have been made orphans in this world and her five grandchildren are all without their Nana..."
Eva will never die. She lives on.. in her son and daughter, in her grandchildren and in the many lives she touched. Death is sad... but to point out that, yes, Eva is gone.. that seems.. cruel. I might just be oversensitive, though.
I dunno. When I die, I've said.. I don't want a funeral, but a party to celebrate who I was. I'd want all my family and all my friends invited. And anyone else who felt I touched their life in some positive way.
That's how I'd like to go out. Funerals are depressing.
On the other hand, even if the service is depressing, it's always good to have the after-funeral lunch with the family to remember the deceased and to bond as a family. Because funerals aren't simply about remembering the deceased, but also about bonding as a family. I'm not completely sure why.. it might simply be a natural part of the cycle of life. Just as births are a time for family, so are deaths.
Back to the funeral, on the other hand of the experience was Dave who was openly crying. When we went up to say hello, he hugged hard and even as he left clutched my arm as if to say "I'm so glad you're here to lean on when I need it."
It touched me down the very core of my being.
I know he felt that way. He said so, even as I called him once or twice a day to make sure he was alright (and generally made a pest of myself.) but that touch spoke volumes more than the words ever did.
And so the New Year closes on a good day... because with that touch I know... I've done good.
Yay me :)
Actually, I think due to that (and some possible help from a very grateful Dave) I got a blast of instant Karma. Three things have happened...
1) My mom has three days of school off. What that means is that we can go and get Sherlock at 11:00 on wednesday when the SPCA opens. This gives him time to get used to us people before we take him to the vets at 6:30.
2) Just as I laid down to take a nappy, Al (my mechanic called). He's found the problem, replaced the part and though it cost a pretty penny, my car is HOME and appears to be working properly :D
3) It seemed for a while like my plans were to go out and watch a movie with my mother. What I WANTED to do was have a small party.. me, Dave, Carl, Carl's girlfriend and a few other small friends. I'll have to deal with Jeremy and the boyfriend, whom I don't like, but a small party is, indeed, on. This is yay :)
LITEY is happy :)
LITEY done good. :)
What a year!
What will next year bring? Hopefully nothing as horrific as 9/11. Hopefully a great year.
Then again, if I can live up to my New Years Resolution of (unsurprisingly) losing the other 59 lbs. (weight is 259, by n by) and being 200 and going to Darien Lake and riding the roller coasters and FITTING in them PROPERLY, it may very well be :)
Happy New Year to all of you.
May next year be better than this year.
Goodbye 2001. Tootles. Hasta. Sionarra.
So the family and I went to Eva Niles's funeral today. I didn't like it. I didn't like the rabbi. In general, I really dislike funerals. When my grandfather, Bobby, died a couple years ago, however, his ceremony was very poignant. The rabbis (there were two) and speakers reminded us not only of who Bobby was, but they didn't get all "O Lord whose fury is powerful, whose love is eternal and whose schlong is about the size of nebraska". It was poignant without being overreligious.
Much like Bobby himself.
Eva's... wasn't. I think I was turned off for sure near the end when the Rabbi spoke something akin to "and even though (son and daughter) have been made orphans in this world and her five grandchildren are all without their Nana..."
Eva will never die. She lives on.. in her son and daughter, in her grandchildren and in the many lives she touched. Death is sad... but to point out that, yes, Eva is gone.. that seems.. cruel. I might just be oversensitive, though.
I dunno. When I die, I've said.. I don't want a funeral, but a party to celebrate who I was. I'd want all my family and all my friends invited. And anyone else who felt I touched their life in some positive way.
That's how I'd like to go out. Funerals are depressing.
On the other hand, even if the service is depressing, it's always good to have the after-funeral lunch with the family to remember the deceased and to bond as a family. Because funerals aren't simply about remembering the deceased, but also about bonding as a family. I'm not completely sure why.. it might simply be a natural part of the cycle of life. Just as births are a time for family, so are deaths.
Back to the funeral, on the other hand of the experience was Dave who was openly crying. When we went up to say hello, he hugged hard and even as he left clutched my arm as if to say "I'm so glad you're here to lean on when I need it."
It touched me down the very core of my being.
I know he felt that way. He said so, even as I called him once or twice a day to make sure he was alright (and generally made a pest of myself.) but that touch spoke volumes more than the words ever did.
And so the New Year closes on a good day... because with that touch I know... I've done good.
Yay me :)
Actually, I think due to that (and some possible help from a very grateful Dave) I got a blast of instant Karma. Three things have happened...
1) My mom has three days of school off. What that means is that we can go and get Sherlock at 11:00 on wednesday when the SPCA opens. This gives him time to get used to us people before we take him to the vets at 6:30.
2) Just as I laid down to take a nappy, Al (my mechanic called). He's found the problem, replaced the part and though it cost a pretty penny, my car is HOME and appears to be working properly :D
3) It seemed for a while like my plans were to go out and watch a movie with my mother. What I WANTED to do was have a small party.. me, Dave, Carl, Carl's girlfriend and a few other small friends. I'll have to deal with Jeremy and the boyfriend, whom I don't like, but a small party is, indeed, on. This is yay :)
LITEY is happy :)
LITEY done good. :)
What a year!
What will next year bring? Hopefully nothing as horrific as 9/11. Hopefully a great year.
Then again, if I can live up to my New Years Resolution of (unsurprisingly) losing the other 59 lbs. (weight is 259, by n by) and being 200 and going to Darien Lake and riding the roller coasters and FITTING in them PROPERLY, it may very well be :)
Happy New Year to all of you.
May next year be better than this year.
