Funerals

Posted by Greybeard on Dec 28th, 2006 in Days of Old, News and weather | Comments Off

Sitting in the funeral home this afternoon,  an odd feeling came over me.  It’s strange how when attending an event such as a funeral,  when you see friends you haven’t see in a while,  you notice how they’ve grown older.  You also notice how their children have grown,  and aged.  You know they’re noticing the same type of things about you.  You realize that those who used to be children,  now have children.

When you see someone often,  the changes of time are very gradual,  but this afternoon,  was like putting things in fast forward. 

The man the funeral was for was another WWII vet,  like my father.  There were a few similarities;  the folded flag,  a few memorials with huntings dog, and woodland scenes.  The shell of a once strong man, surrounded by family and friends,  awaiting his final resting place.

I particularly noticed one of the framed memorial pictures.  It was a picture of a misty woodland,  with a large buck just appearing through the fog in distance,  and a partrige sitting under the rolling mists in the forground.   The thought that kept rolling through my head was, “if that’s heaven,  I think I might have been there”.   And for a while I drifted in thoughts of the last time I hunted or hiked a foggy ridge on a crisp fall morning.  There’s just something about a misty fog covered ridge,  with and occasional shaft of sunlight.  The heavyness of the air,  the strength of the scent,  the quiet.  Good Stuff,  Maybe it’s what the entrance to heaven is like?

~~GB

 



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