Reflections on a funeral chanced upon

Today when my wife and I went to Daily Mass we were delayed due to a funeral being said before the regular Mass. We had to wait for a while in the Adoration Chapel adjacent to the Church proper, when the final hymn was sung (“On Eagle’s Wings”) we moved over to a rear pew and waited.

Anyway, while we waited for the hymn to finish and the mourners to leave, I pondered what was going on. Reflecting on the fact that my Mom died nearly 3 years ago, and that event deeply and sharply impacted my life, I wondered about the people there.

A number of them will deeply miss the deceased. A few will miss the deceased in a profound way, perhaps requiring counseling.

At least one will consider themselves crazy for being (at least for the time being) unable or unwilling to move on.

There is a hole in a number of people’s lives, and some healing that needs to be done.

Perhaps the person who died left some unfinished business with others, and that can now no longer be done. Opportunities for reconciliation gone.

Makes you think. As I chanced upon a funeral, one day I could chance upon death. Will I be ready? Will you?

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One Comment

  1. trishatom says:

    This was wonderful, Paul – especially since one of the hymns at Tom’s funeral was Eagle Wings.I love that song, and sometimes find myself humming it. That saddens Tommy, since it reminds him of his uncontrollable crying at Daddy’s funeral.After Mommy died, our lives have not been the same – so sad, so filled with missing her. What an empty and crushed feeling since her death – still wanting to just phone her when something funny happens… She was wonderful, and beautifully precious.It wasn’t until HER death that we could understand how others felt, and the suffering they went through, and would go through, after their experience. I no longer just said to those sorrowing “Well, remember, s/he was a good person, and with God now”. Now I give them a hug – no words needed except “Let me know if I can help in any way”…Thank you for posting this. Your Mommy must have loved you very, very much too! God bless you, and “hugs”…