17:38 - 2005-02-22
Black Monday
Life. It is all we can sincerely know that we have as long as we are conscious. It can be taken at any time, but while we walk this humble little sphere, it is ours. It is what we share with all other living things. Life.
However...life, for puny humans such as ourselves, is not eternal. And while throughout our lives we may learn, lose, laugh, and love...all that living...must someday come to an end...
That's where I come in. Yesssiree! They call from afar upon me to provide them with dirges, and eulogies and whitty sardonic deathspeak. I put the "fun" back in funeral!
Naturally ^_~
Actually, as one would suspect, it's not as dramatic as all that. One of my many great aunts passed away over the weekend, and my relatives called upon me to sing at the funeral.
However...I was actually pleased to do so. To bring some joy/comfort in a time of sorrow. To see the inside of a funeral home, and to walk through a graveyard. To have a good excuse to wear as much black lace and satin as I want (as though I need one).
I guess there's something a little strange about sitting in a room with a casket that contains the body of someone you hugged on Christmas Eve...not in a creepy way though...And not in an exciting way either. It is sad in the way that you know you will never see that person again. But you won't see them hurting either. You know that's only an empty vessel whose driver has been freed.
That and I enjoy a graveyard, in some ways. There's something solitary and peaceful about it, with all its marble monuments and memories, its stillness, the way it stands alone from all other social places, the gentle breeze of notions and unspoken thoughts that seems to course about one's head in such a place. Especially on a lovely, sunny President's Day...
Granted, there's a lot of other things I'd rather do on my holiday...I'd, for instance, rather wash a car with Kouji. Or perhaps ride in a car with Kouji. Or even walk through a graveyard WITH KOUJI.
You can obviously see what was missing from the scenario...*sighs* But I did get an eggroll.
Gave it to Kouji ^_^
The funeral was different though, and you can probably tell from my tone that it wasn't as morose and dreary as it could have been. My aunt had been fading for a long time, and while we all miss her, she had lived a long, full life, and I can't imagine anything nicer than death as an ending for life.
I guess we're just optamistic. After everyhing was over we drove off (too meet Kouji :p) singing Hubba Hubba Zoot Zoot and playing raucous banjo music at maximum volume, laughing at the hip-hop and rap people who stared at us.
Then after some frustration in traffic and a bit of mild cursing over how my MORTALLY INCOMPETANT GRANDMOTHER had decide to lock the screendoor, forcing my sister and I to rush the secret backdoor key (in a shoe) to the front door so that I could change out of all my black before we were late, me and You-Know-Who went to watch a ninjitsu class.
Coincedentally, they too wore black. Since I was still in a skirt, I didn't get to play around as much as I'd possibly have liked to, but I was glad the You-Know-Who was finally able to get a break from taxiing my sister and I all over the metroplex, and seemed to be enjoying himself. You-Know-Whos need that kind of enjoyment, as you may know. And merciful fate even allowed Kouji to enjoy some peach cobbler when we were finished with our martial arts fun.
All in all, though it may have been a macabre-sounding and rather busy day, I think we all enjoyed it as best we could. But now the Simpsons is on again. I'm going to watch it and munch on mirinyaki ^_^
