so the days have passed and the final day of march found us saying a final goodbye to Cecil
(this was his school nickname and the first name i knew him by and it feels right now to use it here)
people came from far and wide, it really was far and wide, and stood under the trees, with bird song falling upon our heads, finally meeting up with friends who we had not seen for many years, and to find that those old friendships had not waned in anyway...
it was almost as if only months had passed.
there were hugs and tears and laughter and time to catch up and remember before we all gathered in a chapel to pink floyds 'wish you were here' for a beautiful humanist ceremony.
at one point i gazed up at the roof at the end of the chapel to find that it was a beautiful, high domed roof made up of thousands of darkish blue tesserae, that the windows were edged in blue stained glass and the rope that circled Cecil's coffin was blue and i was suddenly reminded of something my friend J had messaged me that morning...
I shall be thinking of you today and shall wrap you in a cloak of deepest blue to keep you strong for your farewells
and so i was, we all were and as we walked out i lay my hand upon his coffin upon which sat a photo of him in full smile, a very old box brownie camera and his sun glasses and said goodbye.
we found ourselves again standing under the birdsong surrounded by trees full of blossom until by ones and twos the people vanished and after talking to his brother i left with the two old friends i had arrived with and we made our way back to the village and one of the pubs that was our old haunt.
there we remained, talking , laughing, hugging, looking at all the old photos people had looked out to share until the day took its toll and i left to walk home under the dark sky spilling rain down onto me...
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
3 comments:
Never an easy time to say goodbye...Sending you a hug and hope you take comfort in your Memories of Cecil xx
big hugs sweet Lee.. xoxo
if I had been there, I would have been crying when the song was played. You did well in a difficult situation xo
Sorry for your loss.
Blessings,
sandie xxx
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