A Wedding and A Funeral

On the long (painful) flight from the U.S. to Auckland recently I was remembering some people from my long ago, and penned this little semi-autobiographical story...

On the long (painful) flight from the U.S. to Auckland recently I was remembering some people from my long ago, and penned this little semi-autobiographical story...

In his three days in America Brad Anders attended first a wedding and then a funeral, the marriage of one relative and the burial of another, neither close to him but reason enough to pry himself out of his going nowhere life for a short vacation. Both experiences left him in somber mood, the wedding for its unsettling sense of something lost, his long ago unrequited loves still tugging, the funeral for it’s stark reminder of mortality, his nineteen year old niece Annie lying almost ludicrously dolled up for all to see in an open casket, quite radiant though definitely not breathing and shortly thereafter reduced in the undertakers furnace to a small mound of grey ash, a portion of which was later placed ceremoniously in his hands, a small unmarked casket, for keepsake or scattering.

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