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Closure

A few hours ago, I carried my father's urn to his final resting place, and buried it there; while my sister, niece and nephew, my sister's boyfriend and an employee from the cemetery looked on. Monique helped me to fill in the little grave and tamp down the earth before the plaque was placed on top of it, and then we just stood there in the rain for a while, my sister and niece shedding floods of tears while the men and I remained dry-eyed throughout. I wonder what it says about me, that I haven't cried for my dad all that much...certainly much less than my sister, while he and I were supposed to have had the closer bond. But perhaps it is because of that: even though he's gone, I don't feel abandoned, and maybe my sister -with all her unresolved issues- does.

(I had intended to insert a picture of the grave at this point, but for some reason I can't get my Nokia software to recognise my Nokia phone today. Oh well, perhaps you'd have thought it too macabre, anyway).

I went to see Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland last night, and I absolutely loved all 108 minutes of it. The critics have only given it two out of five stars, but I'd happily award it at least one more for the camera work alone. Johnny Depp's Hatter at times reminded me of Edward Scissorhands a little in his sad moments, and of Capt. Jack Sparrow in a few of his mad moments, though for the most part he struck me as an entirely different character to either of them; and I quite enjoyed the relish with which Helena Bonham Carter seemed to play the Red Queen. Also, the 3D effects were out of this world, though I hate the way those glasses always press on the bridge of my nose.

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cheesygirl
Apr. 1st, 2010 06:49 pm (UTC)
I haven't cried much over my mother since her death last month. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her and miss her, though. I just don't feel like tears are needed most of the time.

::hugs::

ETA, yeesh, it's actually been a month and a half!

Edited at 2010-04-01 06:50 pm (UTC)
gamiila
Apr. 2nd, 2010 05:42 pm (UTC)
It's a cliché, but time really does fly. Already it's been 6 months, almost 7, since I lost my dad; and last month saw the first anniversary of my friend Joost's death, as well as the third anniversary of the death of my BFF. All three of them live on in my heart and memory, and they don't ask for tears.

I miss them, though.

Take care ::hugs back::
kassto
Apr. 1st, 2010 07:44 pm (UTC)
You may well be right about the tears.
suze2000
Apr. 2nd, 2010 07:40 am (UTC)
I second this thought. *hugs*

Also, having lost my sister suddenly in my early twenties and lain on her grave as a very important part of my grief process, I think a photo of his resting place would be completely appropriate.


Edited at 2010-04-02 07:41 am (UTC)
viciouswishes
Apr. 2nd, 2010 04:03 am (UTC)
*hugs*
gamiila
Apr. 2nd, 2010 05:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks.
enigmaticblues
Apr. 2nd, 2010 03:14 pm (UTC)
*hugs*
gamiila
Apr. 2nd, 2010 05:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
__kali__
Apr. 2nd, 2010 03:54 pm (UTC)
*hugs*
gamiila
Apr. 2nd, 2010 05:46 pm (UTC)
Cheers.
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