This wasn’t truly an Irish Wake.
Oh, make no bones about it, there was more than a small number of Irish-Americans, including my wife, who gathered last night in a funeral home in New Jersey. We were there to mourn the death of a young cousin, Brendan, who died from cancer at the age of 34. And, yes, there were tears and laughter mixed appropriately. Brendan’s uncle, the Monsignor, offered prayers, and … of course … there was a kind of tailgating party in the parking lot, as alcohol is not permitted in funeral homes in New Jersey.
And, yes, the gathering was as much a celebration of Brendan’s life as one could conjure up, given his youth and his tenacity to hang onto the last remnants of life. The voices were loud, the embraces of long-lost relationships were sincere and joyous, and quite a few Irishmen wiped their eyes with tissues throughout the evening. But it was hard to be really festive.
In the old days,or in other circumstances, the wake might have been in the Loughery home. But modernity places such events in funeral homes these days. The old customs included lots of food, drink, and sometimes even Irish dancing. Brendan embraced that idea in the little card that was distributed to everyone attending:
“Grieve not…nor speak of me with tears…but laugh and talk of me…as though I were beside you. I love you so…’twas Heaven here with you.”
I suspect the message is a traditional one, but it was surely consistent with Brendan’s attitude. When he knew he was dealing with a fatal disease he did what he did best. He lived. He went to work. He did athletic things as long as his body would let him. He laughed. He loved visiting with friends and relatives who travelled to see him…probably one last time before cancer won out. He didn’t fight death, but he didn’t embrace it prematurely either. He was truly brave.
That theme was clear among the folk who gathered in the funeral home last night … and out in the parking lot where the twelve packs gave credibility to it being a true Irish Wake.
This morning will be the hard part. There is a finality about funerals. That’s what they are for. They are messages to the loved ones of this fine young man to “get on with it” and go back to living. It will be hard for his family to embrace that message fully for a while. But Brendan will not want people to give up living a full life because of his death.
If there was a message in the Irish Wake last night it was this: Live fully, as if this may be the last day of your life. Embrace the joy of life and don’t get weighed down by the set-backs. And, if you are able, tip a glass every now and then and remember Brendan and the joy he brought to everyone he knew for 34 years. That joy doesn’t have to disappear.
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Photo Credit: Anita
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