Funerals are unexpected gift as they are the catalyst for visiting family. Today we visited my Great-Aunt Roberta (known affectionately as Aunt Bert). Listening to her stories was definitely a gift. Here, she and my Dad are looking at old photo albums.
Went to visit my family’s plot at the Platte City Cemetery. My cousin Bradley died in May in a car accident. His ashes were placed in the family plot, triggering the need for a new headstone arrangement. I had not seen the new stone, so my Dad and I went to see it.
Pondering his headstone made me think of the justice of death—27-year-olds can die instantly, while 79-year-olds like my great aunt can deteriorate over a period of years. Death is just (everybody dies) yet terribly unjust as well (how one dies can impact a lot).
Once again, I must point out the irony of coming into contact with death at a time when we’re celebrating a great birth. Hopefully this will be the last of the depressing pictures.
Went to the funeral of my great-aunt in Platte City, Missouri. Going to a funeral is always hard, but especially in a church decorated for Christmas. But staring at the Advent wreath during the service made me think of the circle of life and how Jesus was born and DIED for us. So amidst all those funeral bouquets is a sign of the ultimate life—the life of Jesus via the advent wreath. And that gives me great hope.