Strength in numbers
FUNERALS ARE FREAKY. There’s weddings, birthdays and all the other occasions we ‘attend’ in life, but the funeral is that forlorn reminder for all those other than the deceased that not only have they passed, but some day, some time, ‘you’ll be next’. Not a scare tactic, just a reality check. A little slap in the face by the wet tailfin of life, as it were, to just try to enjoy life and be a better person. Or such is how I interpret them.
I was at an uncle’s funeral, recently. A jovial chap, gone at 89 years old. A keen fisherman, hockey player in his day – worked for British Airways and then Qantas as an account manager after arriving here in
