I use to think funerals were the worst. Losing someone that you love or even someone that you didn’t really know and being surrounded by the family was at best awkward for me, and well, as a pastor that’s really not good. So yesterday I had the privilege of attending Wilia Jean Moore’s funeral. Sounds funny to say it was a privilege, but I completely see it as a privilege. I listened intently as the Pastor spoke of her life. I watched the family and saw at times smiles and other times tears. The memory of faith FULL, simple woman who steadily advised the family to show her love, dutifully took care of her husband of 63 years and left a wonderful legacy of service. It’s been so long since my grandparents passed, but yesterday I felt like apart of the family. It was so interesting as I let go of tears feeling only a hint of the pain of the ones that knew her best, I felt so alive. I realized that in mourning with those who mourn the law of God was being fulfilled. My heart was expanded by attending this funeral and it will not be forgotten as Jean will also live on in the lives of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.
08/20/2009
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I’ve already cried 3 days in a row…are you trying to make it 4? Great post David. I am so glad for the network of people around me and our family that made yesterday what it was as we remembered my grandmother. She was incredible and we’re going to miss her so much. Her life was a huge success. Life is about the impact that we leave and yesterday proved to me that her impact was huge.
Comment by Joel Tice — 08/20/2009 @ 11:03 am