Today I went to a memorial service. Also known as a funeral. It was for my little neice who, as it turned out, died before ever seeing the light of day. Her name was Rebecca Grace. I've never seen such a tiny casket.
I've also observed in the last few year that funerals are much harder for me than they used to be. This being because most of the "comforting words" are about mythical stuff that most of the people there happen to believe. While the pastor was going on at the memorial service about how "God knows how to lose a child" and "the baby is in the arms of Jesus" and all that I just stared at the tree behind him and concentrated on breathing in and out and waited for him to get done. I suppose it doesn't really matter if those words were any comfort to me or not, as they meant something to the parents and the others there. I'm not going to sit and wallow in self-pity over it--just thought I'd share my thoughts here for all the others out there who have similar experiences. At least no one tried to witness to me, or talked much at all about it after the sermon, far as I could tell. It was good to be around family, and it was heartening to see how many people showed up. I do know my brother and sis-in-law are going to need support this Christmas.
On a brighter note, I have finished with my classes. No more tests (of the written and graded type, anyway). Woo hoo.
1 comment:
That's really sad. My aunt had still born twins some years ago - it was really devastating for her and her husband.
For what its worth, my thoughts with your brother & sister in law.
Personally, I don't know how I will manage in funerals in the future. I feel awkward enough at weddings - at least they are happy occasions and you can roll your eyes and ignore it.
Have a great holiday!
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