I went to a funeral this past week. It was for an 18 year old young man. It was tender and sad and beautiful. There was pain and rejoicing all at the same time.
You might think I'm kind of a weirdo, because I don't hate funerals. I hate that they are the result of someone dying, and that people suffer due to the loss of life of someone they love. I hate that someone might have suffered great physical or emotional pain before they died. I hate that families are torn apart because of death. I hate the emptiness that will remain, but I don't hate funerals. Every funeral I've been to has taught me something. Some have been hard hard lessons, some have been gentle reminders. Sometimes it's learning more about the person that passed, but I always learn something. It's the one time all my feelings overlap. This particular funeral reminded me of this: yesterday is gone, tomorrow hasn't happened; so concentrate on the in between. So much can happen between yesterday and tomorrow. I talk about this often in my writing, speaking, in common conversation....LIVE IN THE MOMENT. I tend to find peace and clarity in the mundane and ordinary moments, oftentimes forcing myself to re-evaluate something I'm complaining about or unhappy with; or finding the utmost joy in the simplest of things like sitting outside in the sun with my dog. Gratitude in every day, even the hard ones. Every single moment of life is a gift, and a life lost leaves a hole or a lot of holes somewhere. But a very wise man once said, the pain you are experiencing is a result of the love that is felt.