It's been two days since I went to my grandmother's funeral. The ceremony was being held flawless. It's the first time that I actually sit on the front row during a funeral. Felt kind of strange. However, my beloved grandmother reached a remarkable age, and will always be remembered.
Actually, I did videotape big parts of the ceremony. I had thought about doing this for quite some time, but I wasn't really sure. I asked my fiancé for guidance regarding standard ethics and suchlike. At first, she was like: "Say what?? Filming a funeral? It's really not something people want to look back at."
Made sense when I thought closer about it. Really wicked idea. But still, I couldn't drop it entirely. So, I brought the DV camera with me when I made the over-day trip up north. Then I asked my closest relatives for their opinion. No one was really sure about anything such as "standard ethics" on this. However, we very shortly came to the conclusion that it really didn't matter what people thought. We did it because we wanted to. Besides, the decision about right or wrong regarding this is really up to us. So, I did shoot it on tape, for the archive of history to come. Today, I feel that I would probably never have forgiven myself if I hadn't been filming. The result turned out great. Now, I will make the final cut out of the footage, and then screen DVD/VHS copies for relatives. Marvelous!
Today, Thursday, me and my fiancé laid our signatures on the piece of paper closing the issue of paternity. A day worth remembering.
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