The end of life

My father had decided views. He  believed that once you died, that was it. The body became waste material and it was a waste of time and resources to devote any attention to it. Accordingly, he wanted to leave his to medical science. Sadly, the cancer had so emaciated him that they refused it.

Instead, he is having a no-attendance service this morning. None of us are going. Nobody is. We firmly believe that to attend would be to go against his wishes and we don’t even know what the time is. Instead, we will have a wake about four weeks down the track and it will be a celebration of his life. Planning for that will start when I get back from my walk.


So many people have asked about the funeral plans and seem a little shocked when we tell them. Those that knew him well are not surprised. Everybody wants to attend the wake and we fully expect at least 200 people. My father was a truly remarkable man and well known in certain circles; he was admired and loved.


About quirkycharm

I like to think that I have a certain quirky charm but I am probably being optimistic. Acquired taste, perhaps, which many don't acquire. This is about my fifth blog out there. My hosting companies kept going out of business or my IT exhusband kept hacking into them and I would move again. I don't do twitter, I barely do facebook, I don't try and 'monetize' my blog. I love my husband, my grown children and my job and this particular incarnation of oversharing my life comes at a time when I am the most content that I have ever been. I write always, sporadically during the good stuff and exhaustingly during the bad.
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