To me a funeral should be a ceremony for the survivors...
and in my case I want the ceremony called a
***fiesta***
not a funeral.
I want music and dancing, singing and story telling, high-fiving and laughter. I want food with lots and lots of chocolate! I want smiling faces, tears only of joy, and hugs galore!
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In case you haven't heard, on June 20th, my dad had a massive heart attack and died. I was in the air just above Russia when this happened. I didn't find out until early afternoon on June 21 when I read my email for the first time after landing in China. I stayed only 24 hours in that beautiful country before having to scramble to find a way back to the US for the funeral. Hence, 40 hours in the air within a 4 day period. Ugh.
The ceremony was held on Monday, June 23, in Mesquite. I kept hearing people call it a funeral for my dad, but as I stood there near the casket watching the people come to comfort us, I realized that not many who were there even knew my dad. They all had come for us...my mom, my sister and brother, and myself. It was not a ceremony for Dad, it was more like a homecoming for us.
So, I want to change the name of this ceremony. Hmmm...what to call it? I'm gonna have to think on that one for a while. Any suggestions? Let me know what you think.
I miss my dad, but I have learned that I didn't know how many people in my life really love me. That is an awesome lesson to learn on such a heart breaking day.
2 comments:
Kathryn.. this was a wonderful post. You have such an excellent way of expressing yourself... unfortunately it sometimes takes tragic events to show us how much we are loved by others.
I love you my friend and am blessed that you are a part of my life..
I think you are right about funerals. They are not at all for the deceased. They are for those of us who are left behind. It gives us a chance to say goodbye. How about a Remembrance for a new name?
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