Rec | FUNERAL PROGRAM WE FOUND IN THE POCKET OF A GOODWILL COAT

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funeral program we found in the pocket of a goodwill coat

rest in piece Ira, your funeral seemed really beautiful

@siesan

Dec 16, 2024

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@2666

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grief souvenirs, such as these stickers about the BEACHSIDE dive bar WE went to after MY boyfriend’s OPEN CASKET wake

MAKING PHYSICAL THE JOY THE ONES U LOST BROUGHT YOU AS WELL AS THE JOY THOSE LEFT BEHIND CREATED AND CLUNG TO ON ONE OF THE MOST FUCKED UP DAYS IMAGINABLE; AT DADDY'S BEACH CLUB WE CRIED BUT ALSO LAUGHED + JOHN QUEUED UP MARGARTIVAVILLE THE MOMENT WE WALKED IN + THE BARTENDERS STOPPED LETTING US PAY FOR DRINKS ONCE THEY FIGURED IT ALL OUT; WE ALL WALKED ONTO THE BEACH AND INTO THE OCEAN AND THE SHOES WE'D WEAR TO THE FUNERAL THE NEXT MORNING GOT COVERED IN SAND AND SALT; RYAN FOREVER

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I went to a funeral today. My artist godfather had painted the entire coffin of his wife, vibrantly, with hearts and birds and colours. The thought of him painting it, the expression of his love to his partner of 33 years, using the same motifs he used to paint their wedding altar, it makes me want to think of ways to show love, to mark it. Both while my loved ones are still living, and to honour those now gone. How do we honour our love? Dedicate time to it? Make our grief a beautiful masterpiece of love?