A Funeral for Naomi Wilansky
Naomi's funeral was held this morning.
I attended via Zoom, like some two dozen other friends and relatives. The Pandemic in Progress was certainly part of why. The travel time to and from the cemetery was also a factor. Ottawa is a very large city, so local public transit's current limitations meant a two-hour-in-each-direction travel time between where I currently live and the cemetery.
Anyway...the service was short, and I have a sense of her family and other friends being robbed of precious things by the Pandemic here too.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
siderea has discussed such things at some length in recent weeks and months: the loss of ritual, of community, stolen away by the need to protect one another. So have others, be they friends, family, or strangers to me, across the world. The rituals of shiva in particular, in this funeral's context, came to mind.
It's not the tradition I was raised with, but I don't much care about that. Unearned pain has been suffered here by too many already. And in order to move past my resentment, to master it and cast it out, I must first admit that it is here. In my heart.
And I miss my friend. One more among several, already gone.
Thank you, Naomi, for bringing what you could and what you did to my life.
I attended via Zoom, like some two dozen other friends and relatives. The Pandemic in Progress was certainly part of why. The travel time to and from the cemetery was also a factor. Ottawa is a very large city, so local public transit's current limitations meant a two-hour-in-each-direction travel time between where I currently live and the cemetery.
Anyway...the service was short, and I have a sense of her family and other friends being robbed of precious things by the Pandemic here too.
siderea has discussed such things at some length in recent weeks and months: the loss of ritual, of community, stolen away by the need to protect one another. So have others, be they friends, family, or strangers to me, across the world. The rituals of shiva in particular, in this funeral's context, came to mind.It's not the tradition I was raised with, but I don't much care about that. Unearned pain has been suffered here by too many already. And in order to move past my resentment, to master it and cast it out, I must first admit that it is here. In my heart.
And I miss my friend. One more among several, already gone.
Thank you, Naomi, for bringing what you could and what you did to my life.
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