Friday, 15 March 2013

Response 4: The first and last step


I was never one for funerals; I get nervous wanting to laugh. This one was serious though, looking around I saw how serious this one was.  Friends staring at a casket being lowered in to the ground didn’t seem real.  They weren’t laughing like normal.   My dad crying in my sisters arms didn’t sit pretty with me either.

All I could think was we all wouldn’t be here if that knob head in the coffin paid more attention to stepping off the pavement instead of texting.

This got me thinking.  How fragile life is. One minute standing there alive, one step forward and you are in contact with a bus.  

It didn’t matter now.  What’s done is done. 

So as I look down on my family and friends saying goodbye to me, what matters now is I can say good bye to them.  I’m going to miss those guys, but it’s now time to look up.  

1 comment:

  1. What a good idea, not sure I would want to go to my own funeral though...what if no one else turned up?!

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