I can’t say I really ever enjoy funerals. while people laugh that my first job that allowed me to save enough money to get a set of golf clubs was topping graves, I just remember that it was Mr. P that took me out for the first attempt on a pitch an putt course. my own father thought the idea of chasing a white ball stupid, yet, in a year’s time, he had joined in the fun. funny how I forgot that reality.
I have heard some people not wanting open caskets, others wanting some memorial service. I don’t think minimizing or deadening the reality of saying goodbye is a great thing. with an open casket, there is a sense of the reality that the person in the coffin is gone, hopefully to enjoy what faith tells us is a place beyond our human imagination with either great love…or great darkness.
no one has come back to let us know lately, so that is what faith is – the belief in the unknown or unseen.
I am wondering if even in death we are medicating the reality of the event in life. trying to minimize it, make it less painful, or medicate the process of grief – which really can be painful, yet, is also a step into healing your heart and soul from the loss of a loved one.
too many questions, no answers. I will just stop here and wonder, “am I getting weaker? or are coffins getting heavier?” while it was not super heavy, it was a bit of an odd thought to ponder. I think when you are a pallbearer, at times, those silly thoughts of getting tired and dropping the coffin would be a horrific faux pas in your life story.
thankfully Mr. p got where he needed…heaven. the rest of us can wait for our turn and time. I guess that is why I look at the cosmos and find places on the planet where there is no light pollution from man. with a naked eye, you are left with wonderment about how tiny we are, yet how big something else is that is out there.
rip Mr. p…enjoy heaven!