Earlier this year I attended the funeral of a coworker’s family member who had lost the battle to cancer. I haven’t attended too many funerals , and definitely not one as celebratory as this one. It was at a Southern Baptist church and yes, the mood was somber for all who attended, tears were shed, tissue boxes were emptied, but in turn in was also a celebration of this young woman’s life and of the blessing of life itself. It was a beautiful reminder of how precious and quick life is. It’s amazing how the perspective of a loss is different, culture to culture. In my culture, this event is more somber, and formal. Whereas the one we attended was full of song and uplifting thoughts, rejoicing that the young woman no longer had to suffer through her battle, in praise of a higher power.
Looking back in time…
Something to talk about…