what a recondite day for a funeralthe sky the colour of windwith it's abstruse way of connectingand a restless need to rescindthe boundaries of pre-conceived notionsthat death is a part of life -we weren't created to be separatedI'll never stop thinking we're rifewith the agonies of dimensional distancecunning, convoluted and cruel.I thank God for blessed reunionsand perfuming the stench of death's fuel.
(I've posted this beautiful song at Christmas,
but then stumbled onto this arrangement. I love it.)
V – one to savor, with its word choices demanding us to slow down and to truly understand their meanings and then the meanings really getting to the heart of the very difficult subject of death… and oh, that last line. Wow.
Thank you so much. How you warm my heart with the care you take! I’m so honoured by your compliments.
I was talking to a widow at this funeral today, she is still grieving the loss of her husband from 10 years ago. She said one of her friends said to her after his funeral, “well, you’ve buried him, quit you’re crying and get on with your life!!!!!” Can you believe it? I told her that she will never get over it! Not the kind of love they had. And that is perfectly fine!! She will never be the same person, and accepting that is all that is needed imho. And not to mention looking forward to reunion 🙂
V – powerful story. One that brings me to tears. You will read in my weekly update that I am in Korea this week. Last August, I visited Korea for the first time. And it was about 6 months after my dad passed away, he had served in the Korean war. I spent so much of my visit in tears as I felt our two lives come full circle. He was offered a chance to stay in the Army, but chose to come home… about 20 years later I arrived in his life. We had as complicated a relationship as any father and son… but we had the military. And when I landed in Korea, we had a new connection that poured out of me in tears, this great man who gave so much to these people, he would have given his life. Here I was, and here I am again, feeling these same emotions overcome me, hard emotions I am thankful for, and I am thankful for you for helping me find them again. I love my Dad, and I miss him.
Oh Stephen, thank you for sharing that with me. I am so glad for you that you have had this opportunity. I see so much pain in families when it’s hard for fathers and sons to connect, and it often comes too late unfortunately. I am sorry for the loss of your Dad. Understanding that it is perfectly fine to miss him, is so important! ❤
An eloquent and sombre piece, Vanessa, a reminder that many diverse beliefs have grown around our wish to be more than finite, and that after a certain age, we are all connected by loss. I suppose that where we choose to focus, as well as the call-to-action we take away, is up to us when we are confronted by indelible impermanence. Sending you metta.
That is a very interesting and big conversation about our wish to be more than finite. I’m convinced of it, myself, for a number of reasons.
And I agree whole heartedly about our connection by loss. I think we feel it profoundly our whole lives, (not necessarily through death) but we understand and articulate it better as we age, I hope.
say no to clowns 
That touched my heart.
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I’m honoured!!
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V – one to savor, with its word choices demanding us to slow down and to truly understand their meanings and then the meanings really getting to the heart of the very difficult subject of death… and oh, that last line. Wow.
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Thank you so much. How you warm my heart with the care you take! I’m so honoured by your compliments.
I was talking to a widow at this funeral today, she is still grieving the loss of her husband from 10 years ago. She said one of her friends said to her after his funeral, “well, you’ve buried him, quit you’re crying and get on with your life!!!!!” Can you believe it? I told her that she will never get over it! Not the kind of love they had. And that is perfectly fine!! She will never be the same person, and accepting that is all that is needed imho. And not to mention looking forward to reunion 🙂
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V – powerful story. One that brings me to tears. You will read in my weekly update that I am in Korea this week. Last August, I visited Korea for the first time. And it was about 6 months after my dad passed away, he had served in the Korean war. I spent so much of my visit in tears as I felt our two lives come full circle. He was offered a chance to stay in the Army, but chose to come home… about 20 years later I arrived in his life. We had as complicated a relationship as any father and son… but we had the military. And when I landed in Korea, we had a new connection that poured out of me in tears, this great man who gave so much to these people, he would have given his life. Here I was, and here I am again, feeling these same emotions overcome me, hard emotions I am thankful for, and I am thankful for you for helping me find them again. I love my Dad, and I miss him.
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Oh Stephen, thank you for sharing that with me. I am so glad for you that you have had this opportunity. I see so much pain in families when it’s hard for fathers and sons to connect, and it often comes too late unfortunately. I am sorry for the loss of your Dad. Understanding that it is perfectly fine to miss him, is so important! ❤
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I think I have my next blog entry…
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Heartfelt write, Vanessa. And the message behind it is profound.
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Thank you so much, I really appreciate that.
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The pleasure was mine, Vanessa. ❤️
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A comforting hug to you, with a tear in my eye… so well crafted, absolutely from the heart
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My goodness, what a beautiful comment. Thank you so much.
Someone we knew when we lived in the USA years ago. It’s a shock to everyone.
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I’m sorry to hear about your friend. This is a beautiful piece.
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Hi River! Thank you so much.
She was a very inspiring person, I’m so very grateful for having known her.
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How beautiful, Vanessa. It touched my heart x
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Hi Allane! That means so much. Thank you for saying 💚
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An eloquent and sombre piece, Vanessa, a reminder that many diverse beliefs have grown around our wish to be more than finite, and that after a certain age, we are all connected by loss. I suppose that where we choose to focus, as well as the call-to-action we take away, is up to us when we are confronted by indelible impermanence. Sending you metta.
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Thank you Steve.
That is a very interesting and big conversation about our wish to be more than finite. I’m convinced of it, myself, for a number of reasons.
And I agree whole heartedly about our connection by loss. I think we feel it profoundly our whole lives, (not necessarily through death) but we understand and articulate it better as we age, I hope.
And thank you. I appreciate that
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My pleasure, Vanessa. I am most curious, in terms of the big questions, about the direction of time, and, of course, where I left my car keys.
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haha
Steve, if you turn left and walk backwards, then maybe turn right, you might find them. Or not.
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By coincidence, when I have them, that is exactly how I drive.
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Bahaha you clearly like living on some kind of edge
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So sweet and hearth touching
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Thank you so much ❤
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