literature

I went to a funeral today

Deviation Actions

extraabsorbant's avatar
Published:
353 Views

Literature Text

I was at a funeral today. I was there as a friend of the family. I didn't personally know the deceased well, I've met him, but didn't know him. When his son came up and read the eulogy, I began to think. What he wrote was very cheesy, think basic funeral writing; focused very heavily on his honesty, humility, and good memories. There were a few funny things here and there, but what I was really interested in was the way he read it. He read it like a highschooler reading any old speech, aside from the crying, of course. What I realized though is it's not the speech that matters really at all, it's when he begins to stutter, and he can barely read because his mouth is too busy blubbering, that you can really see how he feels.
I started to think about the things I would write if my brother or father passed. Something similarly between the two that I would write would be that we are all very much alike, as little as we'd each like to admit that. Especially my brother.
My dad is quirky, he's not a people person, much like myself. I'd like to think that, in the event that he passes, I'd be chosen to write a eulogy. I have a very special relationship with my dad, being his only daughter. We understand each other in a way the rest of the family doesn't.
I also like to think, since I write quite a bit, that I'd be able to make it witty enough to please my brother or dad. I don't want it to be cheesy, but of course, some moments may seem cheesy to others, or downright unimportant.
I was sitting there thinking, while this boy spoke of his father, a very generous man, a people person, loved bringing people and community together, and i thought to myself "my dad is nothing like this man". That was it. I couldn't relate.
I'd have to go out on a limb if my dad died. I'd try to write it heartfelt, scrap it, start over. I'd probably just end up writing something I felt was mediocre, scrap that.
Then, at the last minute, like the my family always does, I'd come up with something. Something simple. That's the way to do it, every time.
I'd talk about the friendship he and my mom have.
He doesn't put her on a pedestal, like this other guy said about his father. My mom and my dad are best friends, and they make fun of each other, but deep down they know they're joking. Maybe that's why I make so much fun of my friends, because that's what I grew up with, people that know the underlying meaning of love. It's when you don't have to show the other person that you love them, because they can see it in everything you do, no matter what that is.

My burden that I received from those two is that I probably won't be able to find something exactly like theirs, even though that's exactly what I'll be looking for, because that's the example I was given.
Just a tidbit I'd like to share with you guys. A small exposure into the way I think.
Comments2
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
bicyclerace's avatar
Hi my dear, a long time passed since I visited DA. So many changes in my live and now I red your wonderful words about life, love and what is important. I understand you and your sorrow, your proudness and your optimism. Now I'm good, after some years alone. I found this person, this friend, this special girl, who laughs, feels, thinks and handles in the same kind of me, I can love her and she give me love. You are on the right way, keep your heart and your the eyes open!

Ahhh, in 2012, may we are visiting Quebec, Toronto, Montreal. One night each city - wonna meet?