Some Thoughts Upon Funeral

About a month ago I attended the funeral memorial service for an old acquaintance. She had passed nearly a month before that but, as she was gay and had no relations in this country, there was a great deal of trouble over the release of the body.

I don’t suppose that made much difference to her, but it was pretty hard on some of those who were close to her. There were a few more tears than normal at such occasions perhaps. It is hard to measure sorrow.

The service was Wiccan with a lot of Dianic symbolism. About half of those in attendance were not Pagan so it wasn’t a complex ritual and I don’t believe anyone actually noticed the Dieties being invoked. We all share memories of our departed friend, many of which had to do with role-playing gaming, while we all silently noted the incursion of grey hair on one another’s heads. The Priestess tied the feathers we each held to a length of twine and we draped the result upon the boughs of the pear tree in the yard.

When it was all over we promised to get together again, but few actually exchanged phone numbers. Such is always the way, I suppose. We feel the cold breath of time upon our necks and we want to reach out to one another, but too many years have passed and we fear we have nothing left in common.

We all shared food and drink in a communion far older than Christianity. Then,  after a while, we all got into our cars and went our separate ways; all the Lost Boys chilled by the shadow of Winter.

And so it goes.

Some Thoughts Upon Funeral
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The Town Scryer is a mixed bag of humor, socio-political observations and ephemera from the perspective of a eclectic Pagan veteran of the counter-culture. Philip Posehn's main blog is at The Town Scryer.

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