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Archive for May, 2009

Funeral for a friend

Posted by ggough56 on May 26, 2009

I heard that “Funeral for a friend” was actually written for the author himself.  I’m not sure how true it is, but it was intended for his own funeral.  Never-the-less, it’s been about one month since my friend died.  It’s been a difficult mourning process, namely because of the long period of anticipation.  It was known for about 4 months prior to his death that he would die.  Though, not completely convinced he would die, it seemed the only way things would go.

It’s been great to have closure on this episode for one month so far.  I’m moving closer to a position of wishing the best for his future, whatever it may be.  Beyond the life he had, I suppose.  I think he would argue that it wasn’t much of a life, bent on being manipulated and controlled by others.

It will be interesting to see what the future holds, in whatever space he enters into, for him.  I do believe in existence after our time on earth.  When a body vanishes, the vessel has simply gone away.  I don’t think that happens immediately…for everyone.  Alas, I’m not here to debate those issues.  

I think it will be interesting to see how he would respond in the face of adversity, having done to himself what he has done to me.  I wonder how he would respond or how he would cope?  I think it’s something that could easily be explored to the open soul, but alas a dead soul is not open.

Empty soul you have drained yourself
Breathing air that corrupts your soul
Shade from the Sun cannot be dark enough
Cloudy days cannot bring the cover
                                                                                             – G. Gough

Hate breeds those who think difference
Is the child of disease
                                                                                             – B. Taupin

My funeral song, the song I chose for him, was a song he enjoyed.  It describes the demise of a relationship through the art and language of theatre.  I suppose the question is what was he in love with all this time?  To whom is the song being sung?

I’d say it’s himself, but in a distorted sense of love.  Breaking his own heart.  Taking his own love for granted.

The show is over, say goodbye.

You will be missed, may the life hereafter leave you more blessed than in your current death.

Say goodbye.

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