This morning the first piece of news was from a classmate telling me, “He’s gone, Bob!”
“Who?” I asked.
“My brother!” she said. “I’m now on a plane, on the way to attend his funeral!”
How terrible is the finality of death especially when it’s a member of your family you were close to!
But today I shall not try to philosophize about death, but make an attempt to give words of comfort to those who have wept over the body of a loved one, because what moves into us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch.
We may not understand why that loved one left this earth so soon, or why he or she left before we were ready to say goodbye, but little by little, we begin to remember not just that they died, but that they lived.