A little whisky related story, to perhaps change the tone…
My father died recently and being the forethinking type (and being 82) had saved a decent sum so that the cost of his funeral wouldn’t be borne by his beloved. However, it being Covid times we couldn’t have the big bash that he wanted and only me and my siblings could attend.
So I used the money to buy a bottle of whisky from the year of his birth. At the grave poured 3 glasses, the first I gave to my eldest brother and said: “this whisky is like our dad, because it went around the sun the same number of times he did.” Then my eldest brother poured it on the grave, we all feel a bit low.
Next glass to next brother and I said: “This whisky is like our dad because it’s golden colour reminds us of the way conversations with him could illuminate ideas like no other.” Middle brother pours it on the grave, there’s a bit of tearing up.
Last glass I give to my youngest sister and I said: “This whisky is like our dad because too much of it will give you a headache.” Which made us all laugh as she poured it on the grave.
Then we ate some lunch and afterwards we drank the rest of the whisky, it wasn’t the best I’d ever drunk (despite being the most expensive), but it was the most meaningful.
It’s funny how we value things.