Today is the funeral of my mum-out-of-law, Barbara. It is a sad day as we say goodbye, but also a day to celebrate her life. I have no words of my own so I will use the words of others. The first I chose because I can imagine her saying it herself, and because she loved to sing. And the second because I love the idea that we can visit those who are no longer with us while we slumber.
By Herself and Her Friends
If I should go before the rest of you
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone,
Nor when I’m gone speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must, Parting is hell,
But Life goes on, So sing as well.
Inside Our Dreams
Where do people go to when they die?
Somewhere down below or in the sky?
‘I can’t be sure,’ said Grandad, ‘but it seems
They simply set up home inside our dreams.’
Because she would want to leave us all smiling, and because it was her name, I will let The Beach Boys sing us out….