A Funeral and A Farm

I went to my uncle’s funeral, and I went to a farm that was closing down. Both happened a few months ago. And they were both somewhat similar. For this post, I’m going to write about the funeral.

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My Aunt and Uncle moved out to Newfoundland last year. After living here in Alberta for a few odd decades, and after having one last roast beef dinner in a house that i’ll always remember the smell of, I said to my aunt “an end of an era.” To which my aunt replied “no, just the beginning of a new one.”  

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Attending my uncle’s funeral a year later would stir up some interesting and confusing feelings. Funeral’s are always so emotionally and mentally exhausting. I was out cold for an hour after my uncle’s funeral, which is unusual for me as I almost always have troubles sleeping. Tired or not. 

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My uncle’s passing was the 3rd person, in as many years, to die and leave this life. I’m mostly accustomed to people in my life dying quite frequently. Since the age of 5 or 6, when 2 of my best friends were hit crossing the street, I have had death in my life.

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You would think I would be a professional by this point, but to be honest, I’ve never gotten used to going to funeral’s and giving my condolences. I am gripped by the throat when it comes time to say anything to anyone that is also greiving, and my shoulders and head ache at the end of the day.  

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I took these photos of my cousin’s horses during some down time while we were planning my uncle’s funeral. There’s something about these photos that just seem fitting (to me) for this (quite) personal post. Hope you enjoy.

- Sara <3

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