Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Walk Ninety-three – The banks of the Shannon

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We were up early this morning to attend the 10 o’clock funeral service at St John’s Cathedral for my mother. I had spent days meticulously planning everything, so I was disappointed that my uncle — who had been given the honour of giving the eulogy — was only preparing his speech from all the stories we had sent him at this late stage. He seemed to be shocked to discover that his fulsome eulogy was going to be put into a loving but nevertheless truthful context by my introduction to his eulogy. However, I had given him the information days in advance, both my siblings and the priest were aware of and supportive of what I had written, and if he chose to leave it to the last minute to read the text I had supplied to him, then he only had himself to blame. As it says in 1 Corinthians 13 — Love is always truthful. The service was wonderful despite his lack of preparation. Father Liam had a marvellous Irish tenor voice and led all of the singing. At the beginning Rachel placed photographs of Mummy and our family on the altar. Every single hymn and reading had been selected for its beauty and appropriateness and all of the readings apart from the Gospel were read by people who knew Mummy. At the sign of peace we all placed white roses on her coffin as a sign of making our peace with her. We all sobbed at various points during the service.
After the service I walked along the river frontage and did this drawing

5 Comments:

Blogger Tami said...

Ahh, Julie, I am pushing tons of peaceful thoughts your way. We can't choose our families, but we can choose to make peace for ourselves in the end. Glad to see you are back, I missed your sketches.

2:59 pm  
Blogger Peceli and Wendy's Blog said...

Thanks for sharing with your readers Julie. Good that you are back to painting and sketching. Oh, Ireland, I have never ever got there!
Did you get the Isa Lei music in time? If not you can play it later anyway.
Wendy

11:47 pm  
Blogger Felicity said...

My Dad was just as prepared at my wedding ( felt so embarrassed at the time)! I have a feeling it's just the way the Irish are - I mean we are not known for our organisational skills!
Glad to see you managed a painting - where was this exactly?

9:34 am  
Blogger Julie Oakley said...

Tami, thankyou.
Wendy vinaka vaka levu for pulling all the stops out for me, the recording arrived and was just perfect.
Felicity the painting was in Limerick from near the Sarsfield Bridge.

5:46 pm  
Blogger Alison said...

leaving the fortress, away over the bridge to somewhere else now...

1:20 am  

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