
A
reflection from a friend, with whom he’d grown up, followed. The friend spoke,
without notes, drawing on his long memory of their lives together. I recalled a
time when I accompanied my father to the funeral of a man Dad had been friends with
for 75 years. He too was able to eloquently recount anecdotes and events with
ease. He spoke to deeply embedded memories, woven together in the fabric of
shared lives in ways that can never be undone. When old friends speak, each
story connects to another. In this way, the picture painted by my friend’s
tribute, was further highlighted with the rich deep colors of her father’s
life. Through these collected stories, I could see from where she had drawn her
own values, her sense of social justice and her warmth.
Funerals
are mostly the same in terms of the process; we know what to expect, the general
order of the service. But, the point at which relatives and friends share insights
into the person they knew best is the place we are afforded a unique opportunity to
understand the life of someone we never expected to meet.
It is a strange place
to finally say ‘Hello”.