the house is quiet as everyone sleeps and i am revelling in feeling a little better than i have. today i have been free enough from pain that i don't have to collapse into bed an exhausted wreck and i might regret it tomorrow but right now i want to savour the moment.
it was big Al's funeral today. there were hundreds of people there to farewell an ordinary but extraordinary man. i hope that i will be remembered as fondly when my time comes.
i'm developing a list of things someone should know in the event of my death. there's not much on it right now but i can say with certainty that i don't want red flowers at my funeral. i don't want wreaths and i don't want the word "mum" spelled in chrysanthemums.
i do want pretty colours. i want white and cream and buttery yellow. i want pink and mauve and cerise. i want soft draping forms, nothing too hard or structured.
i want happy music and i want folks to have time to reflect on my life, not so that they can think about me but so that they can compare their own life against mine, not so they will see mine as better but because reflection helps us to understand where we are going.
the preacher today told us that the success which comes from our doing is lost when we die but the fruit which comes from our being is only just beginning to be seen.
that will take me some chewing over.