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Above are parts of the two Testimonials I received.
I am smiling.
Below is the link to view, if you wish 🙂
PS: I would like to thank Shaun from http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com who helped me sort out this post from the original website – so thank you Shaun 🙂
PPS: Yes the photo does look familiar doesn’t it.
a breath ~ deep controlled
uncurling hidden knots
that brewed as a storm
a glance ~ as eyes meet
tears of those who wait
for signs of comfort
sea of faces, seeking hope
a start ~ as words are read
trying not to stumble
mispronounce or body
crumble under pressure
Aussie flag draped over coffin
guitar that you played
medals won in battle
tears of mine withheld
committal ~ closing words
I lead the pall-bearers
to the hearse and I break
the tears cannot be held
the poem I wrote for you today
I’m still around
Today you bid farewell to me
and I strum my guitar and sway
listening to the ivories
that my Barbara played
I want you to remember me
but with happiness in your hearts
not with tears or sadness
now we are apart
please treasure all our good times
the laughter and our smiles
as I tread my journey forward
up into the skies
you will not walk your life alone
I’m always by your side
and I’ll be watching from above
with love and so much pride
I’ll dance as I once did
and I’ll whistle a tune or two
though I’m gone ~ I’m not forgotten
and please remember I love you
so when you wave your last goodbye
smile and live without a tear
for as the years tick slowly by
know I’m always here
©jmtacken 7 Oct 2013
A tough day- a good day. Pop’s not too well and couldn’t attend the Service of his life long friend. I was going well, till I had to read a letter that he wrote, knowing he couldn’t be there to watch me conduct the Service. I got to the last line.. then started to break..but I forged on. Emotional roller-coaster today.
Apologies if I haven’t been around to visit your sites the last few days, getting organised for today was paramount. For those that have visited me regardless of my lack of visiting ~ I THANK YOU.
Can I sing Hallelujah!
The day as told by Mumsy –
So my friends – I did it, I got through and as I sit and write, I’m pretty pleased with how I did, though I think the adrenalin is still cursing through my veins as I have more butterflies now than this morning.
I want to thank ALL OF YOU for your encouragement, your support and your kindness and really your comments HELPED ME GET THROUGH THIS. So ….thank you from my ‘beaty thing’.
Good evening everyone out there in
Blog WP land.
How are we all this evening, morning, afternoon?
It's so hard to keep track of times and days for that matter.
This is just a rambling
blog post from moi.
Just because I can :-) Ahh the freedom of speech isn't it grand ~ oops no poetry this evening.
Updates on my week - you ready? Comfy? Drink in hand be it coffee, wine or beer? Perhaps some cheese on crackers to go with that?
Okay that's it, hope I haven't bored anyone, thought I'd do it all in one
blog (I so hate that word) post ~ thanks for listening..I mean reading.
Approximately 7 hours ago I wrote a post wherein I told you that I was conducting my first (albeit with friends) mock interview for the funeral celebrants course.
The two ladies arrived at 4pm, after a brief run through, we began. IPad in hand I was recorded from the moment the front door was opened and I walked in, giving my condolences and pointing out a good (pre-planned place to sit). I was shaking so at first, and the initial questions could have been a little more slowed. Also my comment of "As I said, I am sorry for your loss", which sounded so superficial, I can only blame my nerves.
The girls basically bounced off one another for their answers (they were 'sisters') who had lost their mum. Apart from the fact that their dearly departed mum was either a hippie of the 70's and never grew out of it. Mother Teresa or the best thing since sliced bread…..to the point I had to refrain from yelling 'NO MORE' as I was about to burst out laughing and grab a bucket. I let it go, and we all went to the flow, they answered the questions and got into a rhythm. We stopped for a cuppa and they said they almost felt as if it were real and that I had drawn them in. Now of course they are darling friends so they may just be boosting my confidence with this, but I did feel more confident as we went on.
Two and a half hours later we were done, much longer than what I anticipated.
We reached the end, we did it..we played it back and though it was serious affair with some smiles and a bit of laughter and the cups of tea shared, the three of us have never laughed so much, listening to the answers, as they had to ad lib (which they did excellently I may add) trying to conjure up a 'pretend' mother figure and have full knowledge about this person between them with very little prior discussion. They did well - we did well. I did it *SIGH OF RELIEF*. So now I sit back with a well earned glass of wine and a little less butterflies floating around till the next one comes along.
Now tomorrow's homework is to assemble it and then write a Eulogy from my notes. That will be the 1st DVD down.
Today is … um yes it's Tuesday.(well here anyway - some of you if you can look down - you'll see me waving)!
Being at home studying/writing for the course it's amazing how quickly you can fall into the .."I don't ever want to work again as long as I live mode".
I am there, reached it, but I know it isn't feasible sadly. I have a mortgage, bills that never cease (for some reason). Mum is old school can't you just quit and let Mr. S take care of you"?
Well I could, if I wanted him to do that, but I have always been fiercly independent when it comes to money and what I feel is a necessary obligation.
Why should he be 'punished' for me wanting a life of relaxation and semi-luxury"?
This afternoon I am doing my 'mock funeral celebrant' interview.. am I excited - erm nope, scared shite - less. I think I would be more comfortable conducting this in front of strangers than 2 of my girl friends.
It took me almost 5 hours to
write type out he questions I will ask, about 50 in total. It is quite involved to try and obtain enough about a person whom you have never met and to write a story about them. I have one hour before they arrive, one hour of pacing, of reading, of re-reading.
My next post will be a poem, I have no idea about what, I have no muse hitting my shoulder, I don't have a block, I just have no clue, but I need to write one.. well not need so much but want".
"OK fine if you insist, I shall - just don't say I didn't warn you".
omg my 570th post already – how the dickens did that happen 😉
and so I write tonight not entirely of prose, poetry, my daughters, or my Mr. S, but of me.
I listen again to Loreena McKennitt, for after Miriam introduced me to this amazing woman, I simply cannot stop playing her. She puts me in a special place of calm and tranquility. I need that now.
Why do I write of me tonight? Simply because I am considering a career change and I wish to share this with you, if I may. For those who do not know my circumstance, presently I am working at Mr. S’s work place, it was only a contract and it ceases in 2 weeks. Then unfortunately, I am out of work.
Life has thrust quite a great deal onto me, especially over the last couple of weeks and with the sad passing of my ‘proxy mother-in-law’ (I say that with love and admiration for this beautiful lady ) as Mr S are not married, that I have decided to venture into something completely out of the ordinary, for me at least. For some time over the last year, I have contemplated leaving the office environment, the politics, simply the mundane existence of working in an office, which I have done since I was sixteen years of age. For five years I ran my own business from home, importing electronic components from trading houses overseas, this, though profitable it had no choice but to come to end when the internet came to being (and yet it doesn’t seem that long ago).
Then again time passes so quickly as we ‘mature’ our lives seem so much shorter and I do not wish to spend eight or more hours of the day, just getting through, because I feel that is all I am competent of doing. The older we become, the more hesitant we are in change, of trying to discover anything new about ourselves or our capabilities. When we were young the ‘world was our oyster’, the doors opened for us, if we were willing to push them. As we get older, self confidence slides and we find not trusting ourselves, our worth, as we may have done in our youth. It may be due to the lack of certain skills, not keeping up with technology, or simply not fitting in. A few companies over here only will hire mature aged workers (40 plus) which is comforting for those (especially mums) who wish to re-enter the work force again, to keep their brains active, to earn a little ‘pocket-money’. Jobs as in any country however are fairly scarce here and it can take anywhere from six to twelve months to find one, then it is a matter of will we be happy in it?
I have a birthday this week, I shall turn 58, it is time for a change of direction, a sea-change as we call it (though it has nothing to do with the sea). At the end of July I am enrolling in a two day course to be a Funeral Celebrant. This is then followed with one to two months of assignments.
The reaction I have received when I tell friends and family? A couple have giggled, but then after a moment thinking, with serious faces have said – “You would be excellent”. I take this on board and hope but also wonder if I would be. The more people I tell, the reactions are nothing but positive, this is what is spurring me on.
Why do I think I should do this – could do this? My reasons are simply these.
I have empathy. I am often asked for advice. I can write. I can talk in front of people.
I wish to work with families in their time of need, to help and guide them. Some say what a depressing role to undertake (pardon that pun) but I spoke to another Celebrant who has been conducting services (and Marriages) for 7 years. She told me that as you don’t meet the deceased and only know of their life through photos and family, that you are able to distance your self emotionally. I hope that is the case, like any job, a professional veil must be worn. There can be no breaking down half way through reading in a service, control must be had at all times, with a professional and caring attitude. My age is of benefit (for a change) I do not know (at least over here), of young people conducting funeral services. A mature, compassionate outlook is required, something that age has given me.
This could be my calling, this could be what I am destined to do, I have looked through the foggy lens of past employment, where I have not been truly happy, I am hoping that I complete the course and then begin a new life, where the pictures are clear.
My only worry is that I need to find something to keep me going financially throughout the time, as there are many Celebrants to choose from and it is a word of mouth existence, until Funeral Directors get to know of you and have you on their ‘books’. So I begin the search for something perhaps part-time or Agency work as I step forth into this new life. My love for writing must be in my life and writing a service and poetry and helping those in grief who need sympathy and a shoulder … how gratifying and humbling would this be. I hope I am up for the challenge. I thank you for reading.
Below is the poem that I wrote for Mr. S’s mum ‘Rosy’ which I read at her Funeral.
The door shall not close.
We shall not close the door, or say goodbye
we simply stand and wave
the world remains a different place
now you have stepped out from our lives
a wife, mother, grandmother and great nanny
you enriched our lives with love, with laughter
with, courage, valiantly forging on, till the
battle was lost early Saturday ‘morn
we know that you had suffered
counting minutes of your pain
though you hardly ever grumbled
this was simply, not your way
amongst the loved ones, you have
left behind, of family, treasured friends
know, that they will smile once more
but their hearts need time to mend
our thoughts will be, of who you were
the life you lived and shared
your tenacity to face your fights
and faced you did – head on
we recollect your cheery smile, your
long blonde flowing hair, your eyes
the colour of the sea; there is a name
etched in our hearts – and that is Rosemary
you have taught us how to conquer
and taught us what is brave
and this, we’ll use in our own lives
with what we do, each day
so, if, we must wave to you
as you leave this earthly coil
it is not final – nor complete
we just wish you’d stayed a while
our hands, will be held in your hands
as you journey onto rest
we love and we shall miss you Rosy
in knowing you; we were truly blessed
What shall be written
when I pass from this earth?
what words etched in stone
‘bove the place where I’ll rest?
Who shall write them
who shall decide?
the day when my time comes
the day that I die
Will I be remembered
for selfless love?
will I be known for
making you laugh?
Will I be missed
for the help that I gave?
will I be content
as I sleep in my grave?
Will family cry
and miss who I was?
will friends shed a
tear.. simply because?
Will rain fall and hit
the casket that lowers?
or will the sun shine
touch the wood and the flowers?
Tears weeped of sadness
the loss of a soul
pain in the hearts
just remember me well
I did all I could in the
life that I led
I was a woman, a wife
a mother and yet..
I wish tears of happiness
to flow down your cheeks
tears that I ‘did right’
did all that I could
My life will miss yours
I’ll remember your voice
the happiness shared
don’t grieve but rejoice
Set the butterfly free
watch it wing to the skies
yes I’ll truly miss you
but I’ve said my goodbyes
Some moments not proud of
many others that were
please smile as you lower me
this is what I’d prefer