Something I always remember. When I completed my very first funeral ceremony I caught up with the wife of the gentlemen whose life we honoured. She told me she could remember how she felt at the funeral, the weight of sadness and trying to stay composed, but she couldn't remember all the words that were spoken, the tribute I'd written the poems I'd read, it all seemed like a blur. So now, after every funeral ceremony I deliver, I print of a presentation version of my ceremony script, including all my spoken words and tributes, any readings and poetry, the music titles and artists, plus any eulogies spoken by others.
I send this in the post with my good wishes to the family. Perhaps they'll put my parcel away in a keepsake drawer, or read though it in a quiet moment. The life story and memories shared at the funeral don't belong to me, it was just my voice that shared them, so it's nice to know they end up where they are meant to be, back home.
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