between the memorial service this morning for a man who married in our church 50 years ago this year, whose wife is a long time Elder and Clerk of Session, whose children and grandchildren surrounded him in his final days, whose charming and poised young granddaughters read the Scriptures, and whose eulogies by daughters and pastor reflected 80 years of generosity and humor,
and the funeral service eleven months ago for a young man, our sweet son, whose adulthood was just beginning, whose own family and life achievements lay ahead of him, who died alone, and who left such sadness permeating his various communities that it seemed the church building itself might sink under the weight.
and the funeral service eleven months ago for a young man, our sweet son, whose adulthood was just beginning, whose own family and life achievements lay ahead of him, who died alone, and who left such sadness permeating his various communities that it seemed the church building itself might sink under the weight.
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It's not the proper order of things, is it? I'm so sorry... again.
It's so hard to make any sense of it all. It can't be done. It just hurts. The great mercy in it all, though it's hard to see, is God's grace, and the fact that your sweet son and the man whose service you attended today were both escorted into the Presence on the wings of angels. The difference is the suffering left behind, for which we pray comfort on you all.
Huge. difference. It just sucks. Prayers continue.
As Karen says, there is no sense to be made of it. Truly.
Mich
Big difference at a head and heart level.
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