The Funeral
8 June 2014 18:53![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesAt the funeral, I kept thinking “How can someone be dead on such a beautiful day?”
And when I was wondering how it could be possible for him to be gone, I realized that there were literally billions of excellent people that were also not there at that moment.
My best friend, had I been born in 1540, was not there. The love of my life, had I been born in 500 BCE, was not there.
My father. A few people I went to school with. Another friend. One ex-lover.
The best philanthropist the world would have ever seen had he been born during the internet age was not there. The world’s leading expert on viruses had she been born in a time when women were even allowed to be in the sciences was not there.
It made me think about everything that’s good and bad right now, about how many people were not there enjoying that beautiful day, and the fact that I was there enjoying it.
I felt like every death made my life sweeter and that I owed it to the dead, the numerous, numerous dead, to enjoy the day instead of being insulted by its insolent beauty near the body of my friend.
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And when I was wondering how it could be possible for him to be gone, I realized that there were literally billions of excellent people that were also not there at that moment.
My best friend, had I been born in 1540, was not there. The love of my life, had I been born in 500 BCE, was not there.
My father. A few people I went to school with. Another friend. One ex-lover.
The best philanthropist the world would have ever seen had he been born during the internet age was not there. The world’s leading expert on viruses had she been born in a time when women were even allowed to be in the sciences was not there.
It made me think about everything that’s good and bad right now, about how many people were not there enjoying that beautiful day, and the fact that I was there enjoying it.
I felt like every death made my life sweeter and that I owed it to the dead, the numerous, numerous dead, to enjoy the day instead of being insulted by its insolent beauty near the body of my friend.
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