At a Funeral
Today, during school hours I went to a funeral for a good friend of mine’s mother, Eileen, who has just recently been taken from us by cancer. I didn’t know her too well, but seeing all the people there made me feel like I HAD to be there to give my friend support and prayer. Seeing all of the people mourn for her passing was very touching. It makes me wish I was able to talk to her in person.
During the mass, my friend went up to compose a song dedicated to his mother for the last time. As he played the guitar he sang “Alleluia”, his voice was just beautiful, I thought it was coming from the speakers at first, but then I realized it was him singing. Not to sound gay, but his voice was really amazing; it makes me wish I had a nice voice like him.
After he finished, his father came up. He is an elderly man now days, but as he went up he wanted everyone to listen to him and his wife’s favorite song “Have I told you that I love you”, as he said the title of the song he started to weep. It made me kind of emotional for the passing of his wife; many people were starting to break out in tears now.
After the mass people then walked outside to the cemetery to where they had reserved a spot for Eileen. I watched as people pray, cried, and placed flowers on the casket as everyone said their last goodbyes. As they did so, a small choir of Chamorro women sang a prayer I guess, in their native tongue. Once everyone said their goodbyes, they lowered the body down in to the grave and then started to cover the grave. But then, I had to leave, so I went up to my friends and also my other friend who was with him, patted them both on the shoulder and said “I’m sorry for your loss, I will pray for you and your family” and then I left.
It is raining today, so I guess the sky is weeping for the passing of Eileen.
God bless Eileen.
amen
P.s i know many people are going to read this and say "Wth? you dont go to church, well F u guys leave me be.. i know what im suppose to do, just need someone to help me get there"
No comments:
Post a Comment