Funerals, a celebration of life or mixed with sorrow, heartache, missed opportunities to say
‘I love you’ and ‘Good by loved one see you on the other side’
|A tribute to a couple in the Fremantle Cemetery|
I was privileged recently to attend a funeral, watching, observing a grieving family knowing that I was going to see my friends grieving. My heart was heavy for them, yes it was a given that this day would come and we think we are prepared and are shocked that we aren’t as brave as we thought. Tears spilling down their cheeks, some I was wondering if there was another story under the surface of their grief.
Siblings gave a moving tribute, a family coming together as they fall apart ever so gently sliding into a bowl of tears and grief, I know comfort will follow but perhaps not until tomorrow or at reflection time, at the wake where stories will be shared, laughter at memories and words of comfort offered.
I watched hands entwined within hands, comforting arms gripping those grieving, an elder stroking a youngsters cheeks wiping away the tears, reflecting that the elder has probably been to many funerals and this is the youngsters first.
Tissues at the ready, I noticed plastic tubs of water under the seat for immediate family members, a thoughtful touch, I don’t think they knew the baskets were placed there. They remained untouched.
A grandson falling apart unexpectedly before my eyes, was difficult, his partner containing her grief, not very well trying to comfort her other family with grace and dignity.
A husband left behind, a hand on his wife’s coffin, a hollowed vacant numb look on his face, an unsteady hand on his walking stick, as he slowly makes his way back to his seat.
Cocooned in his own loneliness even though family surrounds him, I know he will be well cared for, alone all the same.
A fitting tribute with memorable speeches a beautiful presentation of her life in pictures, music to match her era of a life well lived, respected in her community a full house to see her pass over no longer in pain.
I had often heard what a kind generous sole she was, that was evident in the gathered crowd. Fortunately this much loved respected woman was able to select her hymns, her poems and her last words for her family, stating that she will wait on the other side to greet her loved ones when their time comes, read by their pastor who had a strong connection with the family
A comfort for those left behind, such beautiful words, her way of saying I will see you again
Was with a heavy heart I left that day
Motivated to be a better person
There was a moment, I watched sitting outside in the sunshine to gather my thoughts before I left.
A very stooped elder with his patient wife walking staunchly by his side, they shuffled to a car, that was parked in the disabled area. What a time they have lived through, I hesitated wanting to say hello to see if I could help, not wanting to insult them and their independence.
I looked on a bit mortified, thinking he can barely walk and now he’s going to get into a car and drive.
He got in and then out again, shuffled his way back to the staff stating and pointing his fingers, as he wanted to drive through where the hearse was parked. Expecting them to move the hearse perhaps?
I watched on in silence, the staff suggested an alternative route even daring to direct him by walking in front of the car as he drove, his wife, waiting patiently in the passenger seat.
Shuffling back to his car, seated, belt on, barely seeing over the steering wheel he slowly and cautiously backs out.
I noticed the front bumper, scrapped and damaged, sighing and nodding my head as he backed out, barely missing the hedge and a post, thankfully not running over the staff and on his merry way.
I breathed a sigh of relief and realised I had been holding my breath, feeling dizzy by this stage; I exited quickly before he hit the same road I was on.
This is what makes the world go round isn’t it?