Eighteen April twenty-seconds ago, I donned my public speaker hat for fifteen minutes; put on my best public face and managed to dry my eyes long enough to eulogize my Mother; mention how two co-conspirators, a.k.a. Age and Infirmity, had ushered in her final day on Earth; sum up nearly ninety year’s worth of her extraordinary, ordinary life and times.
And “extraordinary” is an apt term, considering how this impoverished public school teacher (married to an impoverished public school teacher) had, somehow, managed to survive the 1918 pandemic as well as the socioeconomic blowback precipitated by two World Wars and 1929’s Great Depression.
Factoring in how, decades prior to her demise, two more co-conspirators, a.k.a. Time and Distance, had misled her down the beaten path to loneliness / near reclusiveness, I hadn’t expected much of a turnout at her memorial service.
To my surprise, fourteen attendees signed her guest book; a scant two of those being my co-workers. Yes, indeed, one dozen of Mom’s friends and acquaintances had thought enough of her to find time in their own lives to pay their last respects.
Seventeen April twenty-seconds ago, I opened my microphone to record an audio recreation of Mom’s eulogy; mixing in some suitable musical selections during the post production phase. Yes, a memorial CD had been born; inclusive of jewel box artwork and a twenty page, memorial booklet / insert.
On this April twenty-second (as has always happened in the past), my eyes welled up during my playback of this special CD; this time, my tears transcending the obvious reason.
For starters, I found myself considering how the afterlife, celebrated in story and song, may not actually exist; the possibility that the dearly departed only live on in the realm of our loving, caring hearts; our cherished memories of them.
Beyond that, I could not help but feel intense sorrow FOR the (known) three million souls, worldwide; FOR the well over half million (known) souls, stateside, who’ve passed on; who’ve literally, been denied their breathing rights by the ruthless Corona-V; FOR the untold families and friends who now survive them; the vast majority of these mourners still being denied even the slightest sense of closure by way of the eulogy / memorial service.
BTW, for anyone who may be interested, I’m linking to the second half of my Mom’s Eulogy.
PS: My apologies re that past post’s “dearly departed” YouTube clips.
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