Today I will attend my second funeral of the week.Last week two dear friends of mine bid their mother's goodbye.
As I sat in the first funeral service my heart was so grateful because my mom is still with me and yet so heavy as I watched the tears flow from the eyes of my friend. I didn't have a personal relationship with Mrs. Knight so I couldn't mourn for her but I mourn for my friend Patrick and his family.
I was listed on the program to read Mrs. Knight's obituary; to a church full of her family and friends. It was my goal to read her life story with as much enthusiasm and emotion that I could. After the service, burial and tears shed I was taken aback by the response I received regarding the reading. Most of the family members (even the eulogist) thanked me for making them feel their mom/aunt/grandma/sister's presence in the room. I guess my job was well done.
