Loss has defined our new year as it has for the families and friends it touched. It started with a very dear friend who passed on December 27 and ended a couple of weeks ago with our brother in-law’s mom, a very special lady. We have attended too many funerals lately, either on-line or in person, but there has been commonality in them all. Every person who died was deeply loved by someone. You could hear it in the words of a tribute and perceive it in a power point presentation of pictures. A lifetime lived crammed into a one-hour service.
occurred to me that the condensation process, the sifting through moments that create
a life, treasuring some, discarding others, that process removes the dross and
leaves golden memories of love, of joy, of relationship. The hurt that may have
left a scar, the unkind word or action that may have been said or done is, in
most cases, forgotten and the focus is on the afterglow. Darkness is dispelled. Caring words and deeds, kind moments, flashes
filled with joy, those remain. And though some may say ‘Well of course they
focus on the best, you can’t say ‘bad’ things at a funeral.”, and though there
may be a sliver of truth in that, I believe it is more.
grieve, we want to remember the love. We need to remember the love. It is the
thread from the hand of God that is sewn into the fabric of humanity. The
search for love – not the airy-fairy romantic type but the solid, ‘matter of
fact no matter what’ kind of love is why we were built. It is what leads us to
our Creator, to our Father, to Love.
is an honest and earnest love when family and friends speak of loved ones that
have passed on. Deeply rooted love enables people to speak words of truth regarding
a curmudgeonly old aunt, or a real cranky pants parent with genuine affection.
Most can see beyond the crusty exterior to the soft gooey centre where love
lives, even if we only see a tiny speck.
were created by Love and for Love and if we get our judgemental flesh out of
the way, we can see the one whom God created behind the smoke screen they may present.
hit me at our aunt’s funeral when her two boys shared cherished and candid memories
of their mom. As an aging mom myself, it gave me pause to wonder what my own
sons might say at my funeral. Will they be able to take the quirks, foibles and
failures and present them with obvious love and affection? Who knows? I am not
planning to be in attendance.
what I do know is that love does not just exist while a person is alive but
lingers long after they have left this earth. It’s why the passing of a loved one
can feel like yesterday, even though 30, 40, or even 50 years have passed. Love
is not just a feeling. It has substance, it is eternal and is the very fabric
of the universe. It goes beyond our scope of understanding and imagining.
writer, as a Christian writer, no matter what I write, I need to submit it to
the only One who is Love, and hopefully, His light will shine through the words
and touch a heart.