Skammentary: The deaths continue to mount: there are scheduled to be two funerals at Holy Redeemer today, & yesterday I attended the (oddly informal) Protestant funeral of a pal's mother. Today we are biding farewell to my Confirmation sponsor, a saintly woman I knew my whole life. In the face of all this mourning, I find it necessary to celebrate the gift of life all week through the R.B.D.S.O.T.D.
I have left instructions for "The Day He Didn't Die" to be played at my memorial service.
"How could I forget the day that he didn't die?
The day he knew what he was up to, he had this look in his eye,
How could I forget, there's no way
I could forget him or ever forget the day.
"The day after that, just after the afternoon,
It was the day after Christmas, in his living room,
He died, on that day, in his house, with his wife,
Still I won't forget the day before the last day of his life.
"I really miss him,
He would have loved this,
I hope he can hear me.
I really miss him,
He would have loved this,
I hope he can hear me.
"And how I loved how he lived,
How he was loved and admired,
A knack, a certain flair for life,
And how he had it wired,
He'd never give up, he wouldn't give in,
He had a wonderful way of livin'!
"There's not been a day, one hasn't gone by,
When I don't think about the day he didn't die.
"I really miss him,
He would have loved this,
I hope he can hear me…"
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