I sat with my friend Michelle in Izy Coffee yesterday.  She was sad.  It was the day of her friend’s funeral.  I’ll call her “Monica”.  The service was to be live-streamed from near London.  Michelle would be watching from Gent.

Monica has had a huge impact on Michelle.  That was clear from her eyes and voice.  What a privilege to have been touched so deeply by another.

Awhile back, Michelle co-ordinated an event in support of Ukrainians who had come to Belgium because of the war.  Monica sent her 250 euros to help cover the costs.  No fanfare … just action coming from love.

Michelle showed me a photo of 75-year-old Monica taken a few weeks before she died.  It took my breath away to see the radiance of her smile.  Now lost to the world … on the physical plane.

And then there were Monica’s instructions for friends coming to her funeral.  Wear bright colours.  No black!  I love it.  Michelle was heading home to put on her red-and-yellow outfit, even though no one would see her.  It’s what Monica wants.

Also: Monica had a request aimed at getting her brother, who no doubt would be speaking at her funeral.  He hates the music of ABBA.  So, with impeccable timing, someone will play “I Have A Dream” as he begins.  The ceremony will be videoed so the whole world will see brother’s facial expression as ABBA launches into the song.  And Monica will be giggling from the other side!

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Waydago, Monica

You nailed it

Your funeral and your life