She was a first child. She was an only daughter… both her parents still very much alive. My heart ached as I watched them try to hold it together in the face of what is surely a very deep hurt. I watched them trying their best to brave an incredibly devastating loss. As I listened to the eulogies at her night of memories, having had the privilege of delivering one myself, I realized she had lived a fuller life than most of us individually knew about. Time and again I asked the Lord to help her parents take solace in the wonderful things that were said about their daughter… it was clear they were also hearing new things about certain aspects of her life and how she impacted so many people in so many ways. There was such genuine love for their daughter…I pray they will find comfort in that.
So much played on my mind that day and into today, sis. I had watched her little daughter throughout the funeral, so clearly oblivious of the gravity of what had happened in her own life. I thought how true it is that the Lord especially loves little children, so much so as to keep them from understanding the weight of some of life’s deepest tragedies. I watched her son too. Young as he is, he clearly knew something fundamental had shifted in his life… and I could see him trying to process the reality. My heart ached for him, sis. I remember looking at the beautiful casket her body was laid in, looking into the clean white grave as the coffin was lowered…. I knew she wasn’t in it… her spirit had long since moved on… but I found myself reflecting on how for her, it was all over on this side of eternity. All we were looking at and experiencing did not matter to her in any way. She had lived… and she left memories, her own unique story, her legacy… but she was quite simply, gone!