Long day’s night. As followers of this blog know, it is the day after the death of my dear dad.
A lot to be done, a lot done. Not really done, but “arranged, ” i.e. set up to be done.
I find it very hard to use the term “passed away.” I don’t like euphemisms to begin with, but also the word “pass” just seems too casual for such a sober event–how can I use the same word for the death of a loved one as I might use for requesting a bottle of ketchup, a throw of a football or a whole bunch of more awkward things?
It seems to me that “past, away” would work better, the person being both suddenly past and away.
Those remaining behind become extremely tired.
The good part is that some of the normal nervousness and fretting about doing things, i.e. preparing events kind of disappears for a while.
You just do your best, can’t worry.
Besides, there is plenty enough else to worry about–that which has passed, and is away.
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