Tonight we had a memorial service for Bridget Harris. This was my first funeral for someone that I knew since my wife died. I managed to get through it no problem. That was a breakthrough for me.
Tonight, as people talked about Bridget and her illness, they all talked like they were sure that she would recover and be as good as new. I feel like I may have been the only one who got it right about Bridget and her leukemia. She is in Heaven now. She did not recover.
This was my first funeral in this church. It was so different than any funeral that I have ever been to. Two and a half hours long! And then refreshments afterwards. They do things different here than I am used to. It is good for me to be stretched in my experience.
The only funeral service that I have seen that was bigger than this one was pastor Mitchell's. We had a huge crowd tonight. Bridget touched a lot of people.
My daughter summed it up. Bridget loved God and she loved people.
Bridget was not the one for me. But I am grateful that I got to know her the way that I did.
PS: I take no joy in being right about the outcome of Bridget's leukemia. Nursing my wife through sickness and then death made me aware of things that others do not see or sense. I knew she was dying. I prayed for her to have peace and strength through the treatments. And I prayed for her family to be strong and to not give up once she was gone. God heard my prayers.
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