I attended several funerals last week. My friends have been very heavy on my heart and I just wasn’t in the frame of mind to post something positive or upbeat and certainly not the shopping and food posts that I had lined up.
It all seemed so frivolous.
I know that death and funerals are not the most popular blog topics. I have never used this forum to ask for prayers. Please allow me to push through the pain and post this.
The services that I attended were so beautiful and meaningful. I will not soon forget them. I have been trying to make sense of it all.
Why do some people have to leave this earth so soon? A son. A wife. A daughter. It won’t ever make sense to me. I know that we just have to accept it and try to move on. This is when I turn to prayer and scripture for guidance.
Everyone grieves differently. It is so hard to know exactly what to say. I know from personal experience that sometimes it is best just to let them grieve. They are going to be mad at God and everyone else that seemingly takes their family members for granted. I would do anything to hear my Daddy’s voice one more time or to reassure my sister Liz that her kids are being well taken care of.
As I sat with my husband at one of the memorial services on Friday, he reached over to hold my hand. We listened as we heard our friend describe the love he had for his wife who had died from a long battle with ovarian cancer. He was going to miss looking into her deep blue eyes the most. My husband then squeezed my hand a little tighter. We listened as their son played the guitar. He proudly strummed the notes for his mother at her funeral. He is about our son’s age. It was if he was sending the songs directly to heaven. My husband turned to look me in the eyes. We both knew what was in our hearts. We were both praying for our friends. We held hands a little tighter.
We have seen our share of grief early on when we were first married. My Daddy died of cancer in 1996 and his Daddy died of Lou Gehrig’s disease a year later. Nine months later we welcomed our first child into the world wishing that our son’s grandfathers could be there to see him grow up.
Losing loved ones never gets any easier but it certainly gives you a renewed perspective in how best to view everyday experiences; a smile somehow seems brighter, a kiss lingers a little longer and life seems to become much more meaningful.
I pray for my friends that have lost their loved ones. I pray for those that are going through struggles that are only known to them. I pray that our society will become more tolerant of those that are different from them.
In Jesus’ name I pray,