I attended a funeral yesterday for the son of my visiting teacher.
I found myself grieving anew for my son that passed
away last November. I felt so selfish.
This was about THEIR son that passed away from a heart
attack at 42 after having suffered the effects of
schizophrenia from the age of 18.
I drew parallels with the life of my son.
I didn't attend his funeral and I found myself
so full of emotion as I sat there looking at
the casket of their son.
Our bishop spoke to the family and shared this thought:
If you take sorrow out of death...
...you take love out of life.
And it helped me to finally openly cry and feel sadness for him.
I never really understood funerals. So sad, so depressing.
But, I get now that there is a need for a release of emotions.
A time to mourn.
Because of the love you had for that person.