Funerals bring closure. It's a time to say your good bye's but also to reflect on a good life lived. Wait...maybe good bye's is the wrong term. I learned from a former student of mine, Katy, that you don't say good bye, you only say see ya later or talk to you soon. Ultimately, those who pass we hope to see again in Heaven.
I attended a funeral yesterday for my dear friends, Grace and Julie, mother. It was sad to sit there and think that their mother was only 53 when she passed. She had health problems and ultimately suffered a stroke which caused brain damage. After five weeks of life support she passed on to be with her Heavenly Daddy. Grace and Julie wrote a letter expressing the memories they had of their mom. I never had the chance to meet this lady but she sounded like a truly wonderful woman. She was described as being a wild one, I could totally see that looking at Julie and Grace, thats gotta be where they got it from.
Something that I think deed down I have been struggling with is closure. My grandfather passed away eight months ago and I never got to say good bye. My step-grandma choose to not have a service and I think that resulted in a lack of closure. I never got to say good bye. But I must cling to the hope that I will one day rejoice again in seeing my grandpa. I miss him. Christmas is coming and I always send him some sort of 49er themed gift since he was the biggest Niners fan I can think of. It's hard to think that this year I won't be sending that gift. This year I won't be picking up the phone to tell him Merry Christmas. I must cling to the memories that I have, knowing that he loved me and he knew I loved him.
Death is never easy, but in time the pain slips away and we are left with all the cherished memories of our loved ones. Grace and Julie, know that I love you guys and cling to those around you who are here for you during these difficult times.
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