Funerals

I’m a sook…not all the time, as most people think I’m a tough chick.  But really, I’m a sook.  I have emotions, and I shed tears1

Today I went to a funeral.  Generally this is the time for one to cry, but I didn’t know the man who had passed away.  Before you think I had gate crashed a funeral, I’ll have you know that I had met Mr. C Pollard, otherwise known as Charlie very briefly on 2 occasions.  Over the past 2 years he had fought a very tough fight against bone cancer and had finally decided that it was time to rest.

My reason for going was to support my very close and beautiful friend who was the Grand-daughter of Charlie.   We’ve been there for each other in good times and bad, and when I was told Charlie had passed, I had no second though about being at the service.  To be there for her, (even though her family would be there), but also to assist with her 2 young children, if she needed them taken off her hands.

From the moment I saw my friend I cried.  To see her so sad was heart-breaking, and all I could do was hug her as she sobbed into my shoulder.

The service started with the song “It’s time to say good-bye” and for me, its time again to cry.  Maybe it’s because I’ve recently thought of my fathers own death… but I found myself weeping small tears for the next hour as family members spoke of the wonderful stories, proud moments and fond memories they have of these amazing man Charlie. 

It made me wonder about the love I have for my own family – would they speak about me with such admiration?  If I passed away tomorrow what would they say?  And after hearing out this wondrous life Charlie had lived, it was a reminder, to live each day with passion, wit, bravery and above all, love.