a funeral and a realization
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
St. Catharines, 1999.03.06
It was my grandfather's funeral, today. I received a surprise invitation to speak at the funeral. Here is what I said. I knew this was coming for some time, it was clear a year ago already that the man was in pain. And I'll never forget the look of fear and loneliness in his eyes as he watched us leave his house for what would prove to be the last time we did so as he lived.
His is one of a number of deaths my girlfriend and I have experienced lately. We're coming to the opinion that now is the time if we want to see something of this world.