The funeral of the young man killed in the car accident over the weekend was held today. I had just finished work and had hitched a lift back to town only to find myself wandering infront of the funeral cortege. I almost ran to avoid it but I wondered afterwards why that is.
I think I didn't want to be seen in a relatively cheery state by the grieving families and friends but I also didn't wqnt to see them. I imagine that the driver of the car was among the mourners, possibly even in what appeared to be an honour guard of his footie club mates who were at the head of the mourners directly behind the hearse.
It made me feel sad again, not because I know him or anyone directly associated with the accident but because there will inevitably be so much pain and anger concentrated in such a small area.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
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- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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