Grey thoughts

Today I attended the funeral of a former colleague and I was sadened not only by the funeral itself, but the shortness of the whole thing: just a song, some words form a dear friend and another song. Then the casket and the flowers were hidden by an automatic curtain. Later the ashes will be placed at a cemetery in his home region.
But the whole thing left me struggeling with the implications of this death and the usual rituals: they are necessary and very important for the living and to shorten them leaves “unsatisfied”: a funeral seems to me a time to remenber, for grieving and for shedding tears. Afterwards you get together, eat, drink and are reminiscent of this person and you get to laugh also a litle bit, as we are all human.
And you feel this kind of carthatic moment when you realise that you have lost somebody, but you are still alive.

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