"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
Today I went to a funeral for someone I didn't know very well. I only met her a handful of times, but she was always very sweet. I knew her through her family; more specifically, through her oldest son, a friend of mine. He's the reason I went to the funeral (I don't make a habit of popping up at random funerals).
I don't deal well with death. At all. I've almost passed out from thinking about dying - knowing that one day I will cease to exist doesn't sit well with me. If I go to a funeral, it's because I truly love that person or someone close to them.
My eyes hurt from crying for the rest of the day. I haven't really been able to stop. I will randomly think of something sad and the tears will start. And then I read Sarah Silverman's obituary(ish) post about her dog that just died. Let's just say that that didn't help.
I have too many friends that have lost parents in the past few years. It makes me appreciate that I still have both of mine. It puts things in perspective. Appreciate the people around you - life is short. Let the people you love know that you love them.
Death is a scary thing. I am glad that my friend's mom passed with her family all around her, knowing just how much they loved her and how much she would be missed. I am glad they are a close family so they have a support group while they grieve.
Take care, friends.
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