Yesterday was the memorial service for my Aunt Sue. The service was held in a church near Chicago, as she is buried near here (she’d been living in California for the last 20 years or so, but before that she lived here for over 60 years).
Since she was not a member of the parish, the priest had never met her, but gave a beautiful sermon nonetheless. He also shared this poem, which I thought was worthy of passing on:
God saw she was getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around her
and whispered, “Come with Me”.
With tear-filled eyes we watched her
slowly fade away.
Although we loved her deeply,
We could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard-working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Funerals are always sad, naturally. But they also remind us how important the people we love are. More than any other occasion, I think, they really serve to bring families and friends closer together. As our lives get more and more hectic, we gather less often. And when we do get together for a birthday or a wedding or graduation, there is so much distraction. A DJ is playing or a football game is on.
Despite the sadness of the occasion, I appreciate the time spent quietly with those we love, sharing our memories and focusing on what made them special.