Wednesday, September 08, 2004
I could feel the wooden handles slipping through my fingers as we walked like eight penguins.
I had to carry the back end of the coffin for most of the funeral procession. Despite the help of the seven other solemn looking penguins I nearly buckled under the weight.
I usually am not one to partake in tradition or ritual. I hate feeling as though something is expected of me, but this was obviously different. I hate writing these words, but I didn't feel worthy enough to be carrying the body of my uncle to his final resting place. I wanted to do my uncle proud, I suppose more accurately, I want to make his family proud. What an asshole thing to write, I'm sure the last thing on their mind was how well I carried the coffin.
I had to carry the back end of the coffin for most of the funeral procession. Despite the help of the seven other solemn looking penguins I nearly buckled under the weight.
I usually am not one to partake in tradition or ritual. I hate feeling as though something is expected of me, but this was obviously different. I hate writing these words, but I didn't feel worthy enough to be carrying the body of my uncle to his final resting place. I wanted to do my uncle proud, I suppose more accurately, I want to make his family proud. What an asshole thing to write, I'm sure the last thing on their mind was how well I carried the coffin.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 11:08 AM 
