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noirandchocolate:[My father’s] funeral showed me that [he] meant many things to many people, and we…


[My father’s] funeral showed me that [he] meant many things to many people, and we were all grieving for different versions of him, when he felt most ours.  For my mother, it was their early years together when they were semi self-sufficient, grew their own vegetables and had goats in the front garden and chickens in the back.  For his manager Rob, it was sitting side by side, helping him keep the words flowing and making him the odd ‘glug’–a coffee with a tot of brandy.  Or, on harder days, a brandy with a tot of coffee.  For me, the dad I grieved most for, and still do, is the one I remember as a kid.

We didn’t have much money, but I hardly noticed when there were woods and fields to run around in, trees to climb, and animals to play with.  Dad and I often walked around the countryside while he taught me which wild plants were edible and showed me hidden caves and pools in the middle of the forest.  He used to whistle loudly.  I could never get the hang of it, so instead he taught me the words to The Rhubarb Tart Song and Whose Pigs Are These?  We would sing them loudly, joyfully, the wildlife fleeing before us.

Dad was someone who committed to the narrative of a situation rather more than the practicality.  So he would wrap me up and take me out of bed in the middle of the night to show me the glow-worms in the hedge or Halley’s Comet blazing across a star-filled sky.  For him, his daughter seeing these marvels of nature was much more important than sleeping, which I could do any time.  He didn’t teach me magic, he showed me it.

–Rhianna Pratchett
(taken from “Terry Pratchett: His World”)

When someone dies, as a necromancer it’s important to remember that no single person’s view or experience of that death is likely the same as any other.

Spouses, friends, family, lovers, acquaintances, business partners, and all the host of connections that are forged in between: they will see the deceased in a different light. 

They will know a unique side to them – will in many ways mourn a different version of them. If you can, gather the tales and understand the differences that is the insane complexity that makes up a human being. 

In the bright light of scrutiny we admire and study a crystal’s multi-facets; it is the duty of a necromancer to do similarly for the dead. And in doing so, we better understand the dead and help the living comprehend and come to terms with what they have lost.

Source: Tales of Necromancy

by cnkguy
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