|Words and Photo by F LoBuono|
Even a staid, sad funeral reveals that death is just a part of life, and that life continues. That notion was apparent, again, at a funeral I attended just recently. My neighbor's father had passed and, even though I did not know the man, as I gesture of love and respect, I attended the funeral. My friends have a beautiful baby girl who's about fifteen months old now. Of course, as part of the family, she came with her folks to the church. About ten minutes or so into the service, she started getting antsy and making the charming noises that infants do when they first discover that they can actually make almost intelligible sounds. This lasted a few minutes until mom felt it distracting enough to spirit her away to the vestibule. After she left, another infant in the church started the same thing. This time, dad did the honors.
It was all so, well, charming. Here we all sat in somber reflection at the passing of another human being. And, yet, at the same time, we were so warmly reminded by the sweet sounds of innocent children that life does, indeed, continue. So, yes, I cried. But, I smiled, too. Ain't that just like life?