Farewell to a Friend


We said goodbye to a close friend’s father this morning, and my heart is feeling soft and open… that happens when I am invited by design or circumstance to stand close by at times of birth and death. Funerals here in England are different from the ones I remember attending in California, but the intensity and respect are the same. Over here, there is a formality to the farewell that feels right and fitting, along with a loose adherence to rituals that I find both comforting and provocative. As mourners we are disconcerted by our unfamiliar funeral clothes and uncomfortable emotions; inwardly we are touching the edges of our own mortality. Our personal memories fly into a wider sky as we collectively release the body and celebrate the life that has ended.

Thank you, Danny, for touching my life!