Attended Anand's memorial Mass this morning. It was rather sober and smooth, just like his funeral. This time, I did not go home. Wanted to but had to drive home those who came with me to the Church, but did not want to go to his house.
During the homily to distract myself I was wondering what would people be saying at my funeral about me. Would it be like this priest blabbering about some eternal life and resurrection and all that stuff without any clue of what Anand went through in his life or what he believed in. (Most of the stuff, the priest was saying, I'm sure he himself is not believing!). However much to my dismay, and surprisingly he concluded the sermon soon - meaning really soon! And so did my exercise of foreseeing my own funeral oration.
During the homily to distract myself I was wondering what would people be saying at my funeral about me. Would it be like this priest blabbering about some eternal life and resurrection and all that stuff without any clue of what Anand went through in his life or what he believed in. (Most of the stuff, the priest was saying, I'm sure he himself is not believing!). However much to my dismay, and surprisingly he concluded the sermon soon - meaning really soon! And so did my exercise of foreseeing my own funeral oration.
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