We Can Rise Above Ourselves
Today I
attended the funeral of a child just becoming a man.
He died
fully engaged in life chasing down his dreams, alive in hope and expectation.
Two
families experienced this tragedy.
Both
grieved with broken hearts and shattered dreams. They had out lived their child.
They
did not know how to cope except to put one foot in front of the other and
travel those moments lead by compassionate hands, somber smiles and
The
hope that tomorrow and the tomorrows that will come after will diminish their
pain over time.
Outside
of this tragedy his families never speak.
Their
lives did not intersect by choice, by design, by need and by anger.
Today
they were more than themselves.
Today
they reached out in love to their son and their love was more than their, hurt, could hold.
Their love burst out to enfold them all
and they were his Family
Their love burst out to enfold them all
and they were his Family
Tomorrow
they will once again grieve the loss through the pieces of him they hold and
cherished.
Two
families that never speak, lives that never intersect, by choice, by design,
by need and by anger.
Today we buried a child becoming a man. A child chasing his dreams, alive in hope and expectation.
Today we buried a child becoming a man. A child chasing his dreams, alive in hope and expectation.
by Marjorie Snyder
Grandma Snyder
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