My great-uncle's memorial service is going to be in May. I'd wondered what was going on, because I hadn't heard anything, but I didn't worry about it. I'm ambivalent, anyhow. Or rather, I really don't want to participate in anything like that, but feel obligated to do it. These rituals we have, where we attempt to bury our dead. I don't want to celebrate the life of people who aren't alive. That doesn't really do anything for closure. It's a ritual, and rituals can help us play these mind tricks on ourselves, but I don't know that I want that kind of help.
It's also a chance for family getting together, some who haven't seen each other in many years. I suppose it makes sense that I'd think this should be more emphasized. Reconnecting with the people who are still alive. Taking refuge in families and relationships. Maybe the real mind trick is the way people do exactly that, in guise of something else. It is strange the way people use so many different tricks to spend time with each other. Maybe I feel too far away from everyone for it to do much good for me.
I can nod and smile, I can play along, but the here and now will be the acute angst of being corralled, amidst strange people doing strange things that make no sense to me. Knowing that they're probably offended to even suspect that I feel that way. Just doing my damndest to play along, until I can return to the relative sanity of solitude, again.
Everything dies. The loss of anything and everything we think ours to lose. It sucks, in so much as anything can truly suck, but I'm often more distracted by my failure to figure out the living part. My inability to do that is what really scares me.
At times, it seemed Daniel came closer than anyone to helping me with that. That seems so long ago, now.