There were so many people there that we didn’t even get to make it into the main room. But that was fine. I didn’t need to be at the front, I didn’t need to be that close.I just needed to be there. They spoke about him and though laughter and smiles we cried. It’s funny how you can have to emotions running through you at the same time.
They closed with a final prayer, a hopi Native American prayer.
Do not stand by grave and weep. I am not there.I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint on the snow
I am sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the soft uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.
Last weekend I attended the funeral of a friend. I was the first employee he ever had at his restaurant and then my sister took over from me. To be honest it became a regular location of life. It was a place with a person where a friendship wasn’t just made with me but my family as well. A place where a regular good for the soul belly laugh could always be guaranteed. It’s a good sign when you can stand in attendance at someones funeral and even though your eyes cry, you smile. You smile because thinking of that person makes it happen.
Let’s not take for granted our days and lets master the art of living. Happy Tuesday friends. x