I know it seems odd to take pictures at a burial, but I wanted to remember this day - just like other days I want to remember. It's not all about remembering the good days, and the great accomplishments. It's also about remembering the difficult times, and the sad days.
I wanted to post what my sister Margie wrote and read at the burial - it was so perfect, and so fitting:
Time
They say that time heals all wounds.
But I feel time is indifferent.
It progresses forward despite monumental changes.
We used to laugh at your response to,
“Did you miss me?”
Which was always,
“Were you gone?”
We may still laugh, but the stinging truth is
You are gone and we miss you deeply.
In the midst of new grief time does not appear to be our ally,
With every development and every event
There is an empty hole that only you could fill.
From the milestones of life: births, family holidays, graduations,
first communions, new homesteads, 70th birthdays, etc.
to the every day happenings.
There is a persistent yearning to share life with you.
We are slowly adjusting to our new way of conversing with your spirit.
It is a hard transition from the physical interactions to the spiritual.
Ironically through patience and yes, time
you taught us the valuable lessons we needed to cope with your absence.
Prayer, faith, hope, compassion, family values, laughter and love.
At moments I want to resist the passage of time.
Selfishly I wish I could go back
To the time when you filled our world with delightful absurdities,
silliness and laughter.
To the times when you provoked our thinking and encouraged our faith.
To the moments when you held our hand, gave us long hugs
and traced the sign of the cross on our foreheads.
Time has gifted us with these precious memories of you.
Memories and characteristics that give us strength to move forward.
To take time to gift our families with these same treasures.
We remember you fondly and in time we will be with you again.
Margie Cron Martin
