So I sit here ready to run a camera at a funeral…and I reflect it was 5 short months ago that I sat here at another funeral, for my dad. I feel that atmosphere of the room, see the people even talked to a minister friend and there is such peace such rejoicing even though there is sorrow. The family has not yet made it in and I am sure there will be much more sadness or a least tears when the service starts and they come in, but yet so much hope that this man like my dad is at peace and rejoicing himself in heaven.
How great is it to be at a funeral and know with joy that the only sorry you have to have is the fact that you won’t get to see someone for only a period of time. When you think of people in prison or people lost or missing a funeral for a Christian is nothing but a going away party to rejoice in a soon reunion!
Unfortunately I in the near future will be facing this with my mom. I love her and tear up at the thought of her leaving me/us to go home to the Lord, but I know it is inevitable now or sometime for her and everyone. Mom still has hope, although her health and cancer is grave.