Wednesday, January 29, 2014

The Funeral

I went to a funeral over the weekend. My first since Steven died. Millie was someone I really admired. She was a gentle woman that was soft spoken and never seemed in a hurry. Attributes I seem to be lacking. I wonder sometimes if God makes some people clumsy and outspoken. Anyway, Millie lived a wonderful 89 years and is now with her husband.

I became upset moments after entering the funeral home. Not so much for Millie, but the grieving I felt, rather than saw. And it all came back to me. The family eating between visits, the picture board and reminiscing, the flowers and the groups of people speaking softly. I needed to get a grip, so turned to look at a painting on the wall. I reminded myself to think of this as a celebration of a life well spent.

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  1. It is difficult for me to go to funerals still Denise. After my Mom and Dad died in the same year when I was Twelve years old. I never wanted to ever go to another funeral. But that is what I have to do....look at it as a celebration of that person life. Plus my presents represents to others left behind...Hey that person meant something to me. God puts people in our lives to make a difference. That is why I love that song so much Thank you. As it puts perspective for me, in the people God surrounds me with and what I can do to make a difference in that persons life or others lives. Hope you are doing well. Love and miss you!

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