Thursday, August 05, 2004
You'll Never Walk Alone
15.16 Five Minutes Late
Not that it matters. I attended a funeral this afternoon. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. I didn't know the dead person very well, but he was the husband of a colleague for whom I have a lot of affection and respect. She has a lot of integrity and never takes the easy way out. And she sometimes says the most outrageous things, especially about her husband. I don't understand how she must feel, I can't begin to imagine it and I don't want to start trying. The desire to want to make things better - somehow, is counteracted by the fear of making things worse.
For the record:
Keane - Hopes & Fears
Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah
Not that it matters. I attended a funeral this afternoon. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. I didn't know the dead person very well, but he was the husband of a colleague for whom I have a lot of affection and respect. She has a lot of integrity and never takes the easy way out. And she sometimes says the most outrageous things, especially about her husband. I don't understand how she must feel, I can't begin to imagine it and I don't want to start trying. The desire to want to make things better - somehow, is counteracted by the fear of making things worse.
For the record:
Keane - Hopes & Fears
Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah
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