Hi all,
you may remember that on the 30th April I announced the death of my Nanny.
Today, Wednesday May 17th is the day of her funeral.
I was deeply honoured when my Dad has asked if I would like to speak at the funaeral. So, I sat down and created "Nanny's Poem"
I have chosen to share this with you. This I have done because that's the kind of person I am and it helps me to get through the hard times.
Read it if you want, don't read it if you don't want to. I'm not asking for replies or comments (but feel free should the desire take you). It's just something I want to do. I'm sure that as you all get to know me, you'll understand my reasons.
Rez
PS: I've never had to speak at a funeral before and I'm shitting myself. It's going to be tough but in a strange way I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure my Nanny would be chuffed.
PPS: Corned Beef
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Nanny’s Poem
Your unexpected look from your glazed and watery eyes,
Makes us feel that our visit is a pleasant surprise.
Your days must be long with not much to do,
We hope you know, we’re always thinking of you.
Your humour, your smile, always a pleasure to see,
Don’t drink too much water, you might need a wee.
Thinner and thinner, you’re wasting away,
So damn stubborn, got to have it your way.
Only sips and nibbles since you’re off your food,
Not even corned beef, you’re not in the mood.
A long, lonely life with just one son; Tone,
A wonderful man, never one to moan.
The past few weeks are what’s fresh in our minds,
Your grace, your manners, always ever so kind.
These are qualities one has with pride,
Ever more present with you by our side.
Just a few little things I’ve notice about you
Observations I’ve made which are completely true.
The time has come for our company to part,
The memories we have will remain in our hearts.
We know where you’ve gone; it’s a place up above,
Rest peacefully dear Nanny, with all our love.
Nanny's Poem
Moderator: Balou
Hope you manage to get through it mate.
I went to an uncle's funeral a while back and there were people there reading tributes at the service and they didn't survive without fighting a losing battle with the water works.
There's a little touch of humour in there and I think it is when people try to be humourous that the emotions usually rise to the surface.
It's not really something you can practice for by reading it out again and again. Your feelings on the day will always be more prominent than the days leading up to it.
Good luck
I went to an uncle's funeral a while back and there were people there reading tributes at the service and they didn't survive without fighting a losing battle with the water works.
There's a little touch of humour in there and I think it is when people try to be humourous that the emotions usually rise to the surface.
It's not really something you can practice for by reading it out again and again. Your feelings on the day will always be more prominent than the days leading up to it.
Good luck
well... home and dry, litterally.
It was very hard and yes the emotions won the battle. I have learnt alot through the loss of my nan. Strange but this experience has tought me alot about myself and my life.... and how to live it.
Thanks for the kind word guys, it does mean alot.
Stay cool
Rez
It was very hard and yes the emotions won the battle. I have learnt alot through the loss of my nan. Strange but this experience has tought me alot about myself and my life.... and how to live it.
Thanks for the kind word guys, it does mean alot.
Stay cool
Rez
"I laughed so hard I nearly had a whitey"
Carla 4/21/2009
Carla 4/21/2009