Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Tomorrow I will perform my third funeral in a month. A fourth was celebrated by a one-time member of my church by a close friend in a neighboring church where she had moved her letter several years ago. On the news this morning the death-toll in Haiti is expected to go well into the hundreds of thousands, hundreds more have died in Peru, the middle east, and who-knows-where-else.

Tonight the man whose father I will bury tomorrow called me. His little dog had three pups, her first litter. I get one of them.

Life in the midst of death. Life even from death. If it weren't for that hope life would indeed be absurd and meaningless for me. No wonder we always eat a lot at funerals!

3 comments:

Kes said...

I always liked the idea of the old Irish wakes, where couples would go out in the fields and copulate. A rather literal version of lifting the finger or thumbing the nose at death. I'm sure not a few Irishpersons can trace their conceptions back to "so-and-so's" wake.

相處 said...

最偉大的天才如果終日躺在草地上,讓微風吹拂,眼望天空,那麼溫柔的 靈感也不會光顧他的。 ....................................................

睡衣 said...

If you can not be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.............................................