May 13th, 2004

happy

Sadness, happiness

The funeral was today. It's only the fourth funeral of my life and by far the best. It was as Dad wanted it, simple, no fuss, and, well, he was there.

So I'm sitting there looking at the coffin thinking I should be crying or something, and this picture keeps coming into my head of Dad making jokes like 'Íf you don't go to your friends' funerals, don't expect them to come to yours', and him dancing around being irreverent. And, well, I just can't be miserable.

Death is just a change of state, and.. I feel happy for him. The rest of us, we'll cope. We've always been a close family and we're closer now, I think.

My Dad was a cool old dude. I remember him like that, and I can't be sad.