At one point in the day I noticed, very near the casket, a group of friends embrace the family. Tears flowed freely. Gentle words exchanged. A strong hand placed on a weak shoulder. Each one, in turn, took time to face Alex. They dabbed wet cheeks and turned away.
In the middle of the room rows of chairs held an ever-vigilant group of family members. All in shock. Silenced by their grief. Occasionally whispering encouragement to their clan. Weeping together as waves of pain swept over them.
To the left of the piano stood a gathering of young people. Young people who knew Alex. They were there because they loved him. They were recounting stories. Laughing. Crying. Then quiet.
Each person stood and waited their turn in a line that ran out the door and continued for six hours. School teachers. Co-workers. Classmates. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. Friends.
If you were one of the 550 people who came to pay your respects today, thank you. Some of you could not be there and we understand. You were truly missed. It was a wonderful, horrible day. So many of you shared your sense of shock. So many more shared your deep sorrow. A few shared a prayer. Everyone offered a hand shake or a heart-felt hug.
You were a blessing and your presence is a testament to your love for Alex and his family.
Thank you.
1 comment:
I still can't believe he's gone. Although I know he'll be in my heart, and many others, forever. Alex was a great friend. I wish you all peace and comfort during the coming days, weeks, months, and even years. Only time can make this easier but time will never heal this situation. What a great loss we've all suffered. My prayers are with you all.
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