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Oct. 3rd, 2010 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brosedshield I went to a funeral and a wedding reception today and feel that I have completed some kind of cycle of life.
The funeral was for a highly respected member of our church, and it was wonderful, the kind of funny, sad, renewing funeral that everyone should live their life to have. I sang in the choir (last minute alto, woo hoo! Thank goodness for How Great Thou Art), ate funeral lunch (always delicious, and fattening) and helped take down the hall after the family had left again.
Then exercised, showered, etc, and drove to my best friend's brother's wedding where I ate (very rare steak and lots of coffee), danced, chatted up perfect strangers (and mostly-perfect strangers), and then eventually picked up my friend's 4-yr-old nephew and drove him home and put him to bed (this is the reason I was at the wedding in the first place; because my friend is not actually in the country at the moment. Miss her).
It was a productive day, full of happiness, and helping people and actual human interaction (thank God!). When the only people I see on a daily basis are the kids I watch and my parents, it feels sometimes like I've forgotten how to actually talk to people.
On a side note, I think I have to put more thought into what I want read at my funeral (I'm not sure that this is morbid. More detail oriented?). Because for the Old Testament reading I was going to go for my favorite Bible verse: Jer 20: 7-14, but today I realized that funerals are about comfort and remembrance and maybe "You have duped me Lord!" is not the best way to start out (even though the passage eventually gets into the call of God in the heart).
Last night I wrote, and one of my main characters is apparently the mysterious, handsome hero of his own romance novel. I mean, I knew Haylan had it in him, but didn't expect to find it so soon after finding his baseline of misery.
The funeral was for a highly respected member of our church, and it was wonderful, the kind of funny, sad, renewing funeral that everyone should live their life to have. I sang in the choir (last minute alto, woo hoo! Thank goodness for How Great Thou Art), ate funeral lunch (always delicious, and fattening) and helped take down the hall after the family had left again.
Then exercised, showered, etc, and drove to my best friend's brother's wedding where I ate (very rare steak and lots of coffee), danced, chatted up perfect strangers (and mostly-perfect strangers), and then eventually picked up my friend's 4-yr-old nephew and drove him home and put him to bed (this is the reason I was at the wedding in the first place; because my friend is not actually in the country at the moment. Miss her).
It was a productive day, full of happiness, and helping people and actual human interaction (thank God!). When the only people I see on a daily basis are the kids I watch and my parents, it feels sometimes like I've forgotten how to actually talk to people.
On a side note, I think I have to put more thought into what I want read at my funeral (I'm not sure that this is morbid. More detail oriented?). Because for the Old Testament reading I was going to go for my favorite Bible verse: Jer 20: 7-14, but today I realized that funerals are about comfort and remembrance and maybe "You have duped me Lord!" is not the best way to start out (even though the passage eventually gets into the call of God in the heart).
Last night I wrote, and one of my main characters is apparently the mysterious, handsome hero of his own romance novel. I mean, I knew Haylan had it in him, but didn't expect to find it so soon after finding his baseline of misery.
