My friend Loretto Horrigan Leary posted about the first wake she attended as a child.
Anyway let me provide the link for Loretto’s blogpost, my first wake. It is called My First Wake.
All the wakes I’ve been to have been in funeral homes. After a while, you know the body is there, but you socialize. When my grandma died, my parents were out of the country, so my sister Debby and were just brought behind a screen to identify her.
I am bringing this up because it made me realize knowing different Indo-European languages sometimes helps. An=the, a=to. Your basic articles. Corp=corpse. Cac=shit. That one, I figured out from Yiddish. My Cousin Don said he couldn’t vote for Michael Dukakis in ’88, because his name has Kaka in it. President Shit, how wude! 😉
I like the direct translation from Gaelic. It illustrates the fact the soul that was this man was gone, and the body, like any mammals body took over. No wonder the Irish are such great storytellers and writers. Part of why I admire things Irish.