I was thinking about death today. When I was about 6, my grandmother died; I remember my mother telling me “no-one ever truly dies until they are forgotten”. Hence, I take time to remember the people who have died during my lifetime; Lee Chappel, Mark Turner, my grand-dad Howard, grandmother Rosie, Doreen and Ken. Today,I wondered what would I want as my funeral, if I were to die?
Some time ago, I had a vision of a wonderful place that I call Eden. I think of it when I feel stress creeping up me. I’m standing in the middle of a grass clearing, the sky is a magnificent deep blue. The clearing is surrounded by a tangle of lush trees, their different shades of green creating a natural mosaic border. It feels like the early hours of a very hot day; the air is cool and refreshing, like breathing in a cold glass of water, but the air temperature on my skin is comfortable. The grass is slightly cold with dew. I haven’t a care in the world, not one pressing concern or appointment. I lie on the grass, staring up at the unlimited sky above, and feel the tiny tickles of the blades upon my arms and neck.
And this is the place where I want my funeral to be. I also want an 8 hour brazilian/ambient drum ‘n’ bass-backed funeral (starting off with “My Dreams” by London Elektricity), a respectable selection of food and drink – a time for people to simply chill out for a day.