Today was a difficult day. I went to the memorial service for my friend's father. Remember the man I mentioned in Old Feelings Revisited........or maybe finally felt As I expected it pulled up more of my own grief about the loss of my father.
I think it was made all the harder by the fact there was so much love in the room. Looking around at how real families care about the loss of a loved one was difficult to see. I couldn't help but think this isn't what it would be like for me.
One of the people who spoke was the older brother of the deceased. The man was fraught with guilt because he spent so many years away from his brother and now he's gone. The man said he'd taken good care of his children and grandchildren but had been too busy for time with his brother. Now there is not time at all. It's a regret he will carry throughout the rest of his life.
I couldn't help but think of my own siblings as he spoke. I was raised with a sister, four brothers and a step brother. One of them gives a damn about what happens to me, the rest wouldn't care if I croaked tomorrow. They might even be glad. I don't know. Growing up in a dysfunctional home killed my family of origin. I'm not just grieving the death of my father but the loss of a family as well.
I feel tears on many levels today. Sometimes they leak out and sometimes I just feel the pressure like a knot in my stomach, an ache in my heart as the sadness washes over me. As much as I want to look forward and appreciate what I have, it is times like these that it's hard not to reflect on where I came from and all that I missed.
I couldn't help but think as I looked around the room at all the mourners how lucky these people are. They may have lost their loved one, but they were lucky enough to have had him in the first place. I can't even imagine what that was like...........
However, I do feel glad that I have managed to meet such people and get to know them. I feel privileged that some of them call me, friend. Being able to look around the room and see genuine love gives me hope for this goofy world of ours.
I do have to say one thing about the service though.......the minister made a comment something like "All of us struggle with God......the idea of Him and what He wants of us...." And it hit me.......I don't. I do not struggle at all. I feel totally comfortable in my relationship with God. That may sound funny coming from a person who doesn't go to church.....but I really do feel safe and secure in my relationship.
Funny how I went from a day of grief to feeling safe and secure, don't you think?