I don’t mean any disrespect with the above title, but I took the work “fun” out of the word “funeral” as a confirmation of the events that I had witnessed over the past few days.
I originally posted this to my Instagram account, but I feel the nudge to post it here as well:
On our way home yesterday from a #family #funeral I looked in the back seat where my husband’s suit jacket was hanging and saw the funeral procession car sticker folded in half with the word #fun staring at me. We don’t often associate a time of mourning to be “fun” but I thought to myself for a moment…there WERE uplifting, and heartwarming moments during the past two days that put a smile on my face.
Moments like these bring people together. My husband and I met relatives we didn’t know that we had. We reconnected with others who we should have never had space between. I was able to deliver some short, simple, yet healing messages to some who needed to hear certain things. Others were able to release burdens and emotional knots. I felt forgiveness between some people. Love is the highest form of energy, and at this sad time, I felt it radiating all around. As my husband and I left the funeral luncheon, there was such a feeling of peace and contentment. ♥️✨🌹