And the postal service in Germany is very reliable and on time. German efficiency, hey?
What is it with an efficient country like Germany that has a well working ID system to find anyone’s relatives, anywhere who is registered in their system, to then not bother finding next of kin of a loved one who died?! Not finding a mother who’s address and phone number has been the same since 30+ years, safely tucked in the ID system, but she couldn’t be found?!
And what is it with this highly sophisticated system to then cremate my brother without our consent?!!
And what qualitative organized people, after they finally find one family member, then give the message of my brother’s death via email?!
And what highly educated people of this efficient country later sends his urn via post?!!
Where did they lose their emotional intelligence?! Did they ever have any?! What school taught them the art of stepping on dignity like this?!
I received a second letter recently from the court in my family’s town that deals with inheritance issues, since my father died in March this year. The court asked me again to provide contact details of my brother, whose ashes are in this urn because of the last will of our dad that is registered and stored with this court. I have decided since this efficient system didn’t bother to find and inform us in time of my brother’s death and then just cremated him and allow a system that sends urn via postal service, that this efficient system needs to do their homework properly to find my brother. Dead.
An Urn is an even Smaller Domain
An Urn is an even smaller Domain
Not able to contain
A Heart once beating
A Life so beaten down to diminished Pain
A Rock is a restricted Lot
Yet better than a Stone
A Poor Man’s Plot
Forgotten not, and yet it stands alone
To Him who at His cumbrous Door
Bestowed His final Breath
Circumstances know we not
Nor Estimated Death.
Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s poem:
A Coffin — is a small Domain,
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
A Grave — is a restricted Breadth —
Yet ampler than the Sun —
And all the Seas He populates
And Lands He looks upon
To Him who on its small Repose
Bestows a single Friend —
Circumference without Relief —
Or Estimate — or End —
— Emily Dickinson