Yes, I know, he’s one of my bosses

And yet this is indeed, not just because he’s a boss some levels up, a lovely little line:

That is especially true when the person who made you order the salad rather than the burger, or stop at the second glass of wine — the person, in fact, for whom you were happy to do those things — is no longer there.

Robert Colville on the death of his wife.

Losing a loved one before their time is an awful thing, and I can’t save my children from going through it.

3 thoughts on “Yes, I know, he’s one of my bosses”

  1. Bummer. No rhyme or reason. No such thing as fair or unfair. Lad on my left at work didn’t drink or smoke; the old boy on the right sank a bottle of vodka/day and chain smoked. Guess which one died young.

  2. So Much For Subtlety

    I have been going to more of these sorts of events in recent years. What is depressing is the decline in all funeral services. Even the religious ones mouth the words that they do not believe. But they are great words – believing in the Resurrection and Life Ever-lasting.

    The secular ones are worse because they are so banal. They have nothing to say – and, worse, they tend to make it about themselves, or us. So a funeral becomes a chance to talk about how it affected the speaker rather than,you know, the main star of the show.

    This man seems to have done fairly well. I don’t think he should be doing it at all but if he has to, this is not bad. He recounts the impact on himself and his family in a dignified way that does not make the living (overly) the centre of attention or come over as too mawkish. Mostly.

    Good for him. And my condolences.

  3. You’re right, SMFS, about the secular ones.

    I’ve given eulogies at humanist funerals, and they were travesties. Perhaps it was just me, but I felt like I was trying to persuade the congregation of things. And yes, it had a gonzo quality.

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