No, not to the blogosphere…but to Richard Dyott who I’ve mentioned in my previous post. Today was Richard’s memorial service in Chicago. He’s been a part of my family for over 20 years and today was our last chance to say goodbye.
I’m not very good at saying these types of goodbyes. I’ve been fortunate enough to live in a family where both sides were blessed with longevity and a disdain for extreme skydiving. If you’re a Wohlgemuth or a Petersen, most likely you will live a long and healthy life (ok, healthy might be a bit strong of a word… “cope with food” comes to mind…but I’ll skip that for now). But today it was definitely surreal to walk into the church where I spent my childhood watching the comings and goings of vague acquaintences turn into a place of somber solitude.
My cousin Lynnly spoke at the service, reciting “Funeral Blues” from W.H. Auden which was featured in “Four Weddings and a Funeral”. If you know my family, the BBC and any British Comedy can usually be found on the television. Anyhow, here’s what Lynnly read today.

Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
— W. H. Auden

Gloomy, but I know Richard loved it. But that brings me to now. Now that the children are tucked away slowly recovering from the loss, now that I’m able to think of the good times Richard and I had together, and now that I can hopefully help mom through the tough part when the world draws away; it time to say goodbye.
Richard, we love you, we miss you.

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