The power's out in the heart of man/ Take it from your heart/ Put it in your hand
Oo I'm so on topic.
It's taken from a song on a album called something special. Google it to figure it out!
I've just gotten home from my grandads
funeral(kinda gave it away now), and I feel rather well.
When we got to the church I was assigned to hand out a pamphlet on the proceedings, and I felt that that was pretty hard. The pamphlet's frontpage had a nice winter-picture on it, and above it it said: Vilhelm Weseth (28.11.1914-20.02.2005).
It was very hard to keep up appearances when I looked at it, but somehow I managed. When we finally got to sit down, I sat next to my cousin who seemed to be taking it the hardest. Or at least she didn't keep the tears in. I thought that maybe she'd rub a bit off on me, and that I'd start getting emotional too, but I was still quite calm. In stead of tears I got a lot of snot pouring through my nose(sorry for that image, folks!) so I had to get some Kleenex-action going.
The speech from the priest was quite moving. It seemed like he'd gotten a lot of information from my family, which he spilled out along with a few viewpoints of his own. Very nice.
After the whole thing we went to the "Congregation House" (not to sure about that translation, but I think it's pretty close) and we talked to eachother while eating sandwiches and cake. It was pretty nice to talk about grandpa, and other things as well. My cousin (not the female one, but the male one) made a pretty good speech about his relationship with gramps, and we sang a bit as well.
Now that I'm home and have gotten a bit of distance from the whole funeral thing, I find it a bit purging. It's like a space that was empty has now been filled. I'd always thought funerals were bummers, in lack of a better term, but they're quite the opposite. A funeral was just what I needed to move on.
Well, I'm not too sure what else there is to write so I'll be back later.
Have a nice day.
