For someone on a visit to Australia for his dad’s funeral, this might strike you as an odd topic for a post. You’re right and wrong. Let me explain.
First, some administrative stuff:
All of my flights were on time. The executive lounges are the best place to wait for flights; wish I could use them all the time. Sitting in the first row on a long-haul flight is super-quiet. The nice guy next to me and I chatted for a while. We swapped travel horror stories, then he slept for almost the entire flight (I don’t think it was because of our conversation).
When I finally arrived in Melbourne, my aunt was a little late getting to the airport. Oh well, more time to sit. Except the wicked people who designed the Qantas Arrivals lounge decided that seats aren’t needed in a place where almost everyone there for more than a few seconds is waiting for someone’s flight to arrive and disembark.
We drove south into Melbourne and then out all the way down to Mornington, where my mum lives. My brother had arrived from the outback and so we had a relaxing lunch. For a winter day, the sun was out, the day was warm, the wind was a just a light breeze, and we were indoors and outdoors, enjoying the time together.
With lunch over, my aunt drove me back to her house, a little further south in Mount Martha. And this is where the highlight of my trip took place. The thing I had been wanting to do for hours and hours. A long and hot shower. After all the flying, oh yeah baby — better than sex!
Now you see were where the title comes from. Now I’ll explain why it’s not inappropriate.
On the flights here, I had a lot of time to think. I wrote the first draft of my dad’s eulogy (I may post it when I’ve finished; I haven’t decided yet).
As part of reading through his memoirs, I asked myself what would HE say if he were giving the speech. I had a revelation.
I realized that he would stand up and tell everyone to stop being unhappy, that he had a great life and lived many more days than he ever expected to. (This is stuff I should put in the eulogy, by the way).
When my extended family arrived for dinner at my aunt’s place, we talked about my dad. It’s only just over a year since my aunt’s husband died (let’s call him Jacques) and so this is the second time they were dealing with unexpected loss together (I couldn’t come back for that funeral). They all decided that my dad would say approximately what I said above. My dad and Jacques used to spend hours ‘arguing’ over all kinds of things; they never fought, they just saw life differently and kept all of us amused for many a night as they bickered humorously over politics, science, religion — all the big topics many of us avoid. Both of them brought life to any of our gatherings.
So I finish with the thought that my dad loved to find humor in life and would definitely appreciate the titillating title of this post. He grew up on British and Irish comedians who made a living from laughing at the most uncomfortable things in life. Death. Religion. Mothers-in-law. He reveled in life and so I will stand up later today and be respectful, but remember him as someone who wanted all of us to *live* and enjoy everything we can and not be down for any longer than we need to be. As it happens, that is a very good lesson for me personally right now.
Thanks dad, I needed to be reminded of that one.