Life.
Posted: September 21, 2006 Filed under: Uncategorized 6 Comments »There is something about the sight of a plain pine box at the front of the room that stops my breath. I look around at all these people who loved this woman. They belong here. And her family comes in from the family room where they are greeted by the people who came to comfort them like a receiving line at a wedding. I feel like I’m invading their privacy seeing their grief. It’s so raw. Her husband looks so lost. Her children hold each other for support. And they hold their grandmother.
And it occurs to me that this happens every day. And that for every death, there are people this sad and this lost. And the feeling overwhelmes me.
Rather than fall prey to the feeling, I choose to live each day as best I can and love as much as possible. And to make a difference to someone.
there’s something about that box, yes. makes you appreciate being on the outside a little more.
“and to make a difference to someone.”
you already do – to many people.
that’s a beautiful post, wendy. i too am familiar with the simple, pine box. may we merit to welcome moshiach immediately.
Well said, treespotter.
Kristin – you are sweet.
Maven – thank you. Happy New Year!
Yeah, I always feel like an intruder when there’s obviously grief in the air and I don’t know the people involved.
Wendy, so well written and beautifully expressed.