Hey guys, I recieved word from Rev. If you want to hear what he has to say E-mail me. I really don't want to post it in the HIVE unless you all want it here.
PM it, if you like.
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As I mentioned, my parents and me were at the wife of my deceased uncle. We also went to his grave before we headed home.
The graveyard is pretty nice, a lot of trees, flowers. My aunt arranged a park bench near the grave. When we were at the grave, a squirrel hurried by.
I am not sure what I feel or what I am supposed to feel. It's more "emptiness" then anything else. I think he probably would have liked the graveyard (from a purely esthetical perspecive - he wasn't interested in a big grave or anything. Only his ashes are buried here, and he just has a small, engraved rock inlayed in the ground as a gravestone)
But he wasn't there, in any emotional sense.
He was at his home. When I was sitting in the living room, I could see him, lying on the sofa and smiling. When we sat there and laughed, I remembered him, and sometimes I wondered whether I sounded or acted a little like he did. I wonder how his wife feels about that.
She herself was fine. She had a good mood, we all laughed a lot.
She asked us to find out whether the wireless network was still active (they usually didn't need or use it, and my uncle was a little skeptical on the safety of wireless encryption.) She also wondered which of the numerous blinking device were relevant for telephone, internet or TV/VCR/Receiver and which ones she could safely switch off.
Well, we tried to make sense of the "wirework", and eventually figured out most of it. I found some notes on my uncles desk containing the necessary passwords for the wireless and similar stuff, and a list that looked like his "to-buy"-list for his PC (he had one ordered and delivered to his home shortly before his death. Another uncle of mine asked him whether he should make the parts ready and install software, but of course he wanted to do it all by himself! Unfortunately, he never left the hospital to do so.
My aunt gave the computer back - without any hassles or so, the seller was quite understanding when she told him that the intented owner had died.)
That was a little.. strange. Going through his stuff. A mix of invading his privacy and finding memories of what kind of person he was. (I also found prints of hard disk scans, configuration notes on his Linux system and so on).
I am wondering what will happen with all this stuff? My aunt wants to move out of the house (and "seeing" Jibbo in my mental eye, sitting on the sofa, makes me understand why she wants to do it - and why it would also be a hard decision to make).
