Sister’s symbolic Testament

I want to thank everyone who came to my funeral (…)

stop for a moment, press play, take three breaths and look around.

Come back. continue being a witness…

Her office was already dark when I stepped inside.

Dimmed lights, I mean, suede turquiose pillows, soft carpet that makes one wanna live and love.

She then lied down on this black carpet.

With my hands, I prepared her body … for transition.

I lit the candle.

Her candle and Her golden nail behind her head crown.

I covered her all, her face last.

I let her be where I was not, her Time was ticking different than mine.

After Time, I uncovered her slowly

… so she could, so alive, take a distance to herself.

She was standing there, looking at Her from that Time some whiles ago when she was lying fully covered, her candle burning.

Then she spoke.

I want to thank everyone who came to my funeral (…)

I listened, I witnessed.

Then when She finished the speech, I took three breaths and started to write what I had heard.

Sister’s symbolic Testament donated to Sisters Hope Home Archive on 23 November 2021 by Iwona Rejmus

as part of her art project

Life ~ Death ~ Testament

Now.

wherever you are, stop and press play, close your eyes and then close this page

…when you feel it’s time


* sound that accompanied Her is ‘Bonsoir mon amour’ by Dalida

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