Funeral thoughts
Some days have more than their share of sadness.
My friend Jim passed away Saturday morning (for the story of his illness, see "Dying Lessons," below.) I went to his funeral today.
This morning, I got on my computer and checked my email while preparing to go to Jim's funeral. One of my best friends from Texas--the little brother I never had--sent me an email letting me know that his sister was murdered by a roommate a couple of weeks ago.
Actually, his email consisted of a web link to an Arizona newspaper carrying the coverage of her funeral. He was the one who gave the eulogy, and was quoted extensively in the piece. I was shocked to read of her death--she was only 20.
So ten minutes of poking through that particular paper's website produced the news: she had recently moved into the Phoenix area. A high school friend moved to the same area a few weeks later, and she let him stay with her and another female roommate for a few days while he got his feet on the ground. At some point in mid-July, he had a psychotic episode, hearing voices, etc., and stabbed her to death.
So: I wrote him as encouraging an email as I could manage, left him a voicemail, and went to the funeral.
After the funeral, one of my acquaintances from church and work went home and got the news that his mother died this morning.
And when I was working out this afternoon, my trainer--who ALSO goes to our church here in Grayson--told me that his aunt had passed away this past weekend.
Some days just have more than their share of sadness. Some days, I wish I'd never left the house.
My friend Jim passed away Saturday morning (for the story of his illness, see "Dying Lessons," below.) I went to his funeral today.
This morning, I got on my computer and checked my email while preparing to go to Jim's funeral. One of my best friends from Texas--the little brother I never had--sent me an email letting me know that his sister was murdered by a roommate a couple of weeks ago.
Actually, his email consisted of a web link to an Arizona newspaper carrying the coverage of her funeral. He was the one who gave the eulogy, and was quoted extensively in the piece. I was shocked to read of her death--she was only 20.
So ten minutes of poking through that particular paper's website produced the news: she had recently moved into the Phoenix area. A high school friend moved to the same area a few weeks later, and she let him stay with her and another female roommate for a few days while he got his feet on the ground. At some point in mid-July, he had a psychotic episode, hearing voices, etc., and stabbed her to death.
So: I wrote him as encouraging an email as I could manage, left him a voicemail, and went to the funeral.
After the funeral, one of my acquaintances from church and work went home and got the news that his mother died this morning.
And when I was working out this afternoon, my trainer--who ALSO goes to our church here in Grayson--told me that his aunt had passed away this past weekend.
Some days just have more than their share of sadness. Some days, I wish I'd never left the house.
posted by Theophilus Punk (PLStepp) at
6:52 PM
1 Comments:
I can relate! Although my words will in no way erase the sadness, let me just say that death has its season. Since moving to VA two years ago my dad, a cousin, an aunt, and two dear friends have passed away. Tough going, but God is still good. Hang in there!
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