hopefully this won't actually be too blue, though it's going to be filled with beautiful death-related stories.
As those of you who are remotely important (I joke) will already know, my famzz been in mourning for almost two years now over my Uncle Georgieeee who passed away December 07. I think it's really interesting, in an admittedly morbid way, how people cope with death. Everyone from Milton keynes, cambridge, northampton, cyprus and greece would come and sit in the living room with us. Virtually in silence. Just being with us, occasionally trying to feed us something or remind us to take a shower. And I like the way family and friends just do that, take a couple of weeks off work and stay in birmingham just so they could be there if we needed someone to stare into space with. Even my dad phoned my mom to talk to her: THIS IS SAYING SOMETHING. When Jason (who was in greece at the time) told dad that Georgie passed away, he was gutted because they used to be close in the hey day that was the successful marriage of my parents. So he phoned mom and ignored the fact that she didn't like him and just spoke about George.
In the room, I'd be the one looking at everyone else grieving. It was so weird, I was so exhausted and everything was so surreal that trying to think back to it is a little difficult. I BLOODY HATE when people say 'outer body experience' but its the only way to really describe it. I didn't feel like I was living for about 3 months. My boyfriend at the time was too busy noticing I was cancelling on him too much, to actually care. He loved me a lot, but he didn't care very well. He's insignificant in life, lets forget that bit of the story :D
I sang at the funeral, whilst he was being buried, with an acoustic guitar, and it made me feel good to express my pain without crying infront of people. Unless its my mom, auntie, nan, best friend or boyfriend, I can't cry infront of people. MAKES ME WEAK, AND I AM A WARRIOR SO THAT'S NOT VERY GOOD IS IT?
It's a bit frightening to think, but I reckon its still not sunk in, for me. I try to go to the cemetery as little as possible because seeing his name written down all officially is a bit strange.
http://www.lastingtribute.co.uk/tribute/murphy/3112609 This is all about the boy in my year that I keep going on about. It's sad. His memorial was today, the whole neighbourhood was swarming with boys and girls and men and women in black walking to the shop, the pub, someones house, getting ready for the memorial or wake. Swarming. Endless amounts of cars driving to the cemetery. Huge flower presentations and flags and villa coloured 'Brother' written across the side of the coffin, which reminds me, they took the coffin past the Villa grounds too.
This is me cutting the story short and leaving it as a healthy get-it-out-before-you-blow-up-with-grief blog:
DEATH SUCKS
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ReplyDeleteWhen my mum died (month after your uncle) all the neighbours were over and brought us cake and soup and booze.
Had people coming over from canada, wales and england. Sat and reminisced and drank all the whiskey we'd been given (which lead to me sleeping on the toilet floor that night, mmm underfloor heating)
the weather was awful the day of her funeral (blizzards) but people managed to brave the weather and came. Howard's friend from college played the bagpipes as we lowered the coffin in which was nice.
Then had 5 inches of snow fall in an hour and sledded for an hour or two before the wake
Had the wake at the officers mess and dad's workmates chipped in for it and got subsidised drinks.
we dont have a headstone for her yet though, have to wait a year because the ground can subside a lot and makes them got wonky.
i think this is the first time i've actually mentioned my mum on the interwebs.
anyway this is me cutting the story short, etc
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