Three Funerals in a Week
This week was supposed to be a joyous week. Getting ready for a close friend’s daughter’s wedding. Planning what to wear, practicing the dances. Joy was to be had. Then the messages start coming, one of my husband’s school mate’s son, just 31, fit, healthy, died. He had been exercising when he got dizzy. When he felt better he decided to go home. Unfortunately, he went on an escalator and when he reached the top, he got dizzy again and fell backwards all the way down. At the hospital they said that he had a tear in his aorta which caused the dizziness, that they were able to repair, the fall however had caused a brain injury, that they were unable to fix, and after three weeks he passed. The father’s classmates who had prayed for a miracle came out in droves, arriving at the crematorium to help a friend say good-bye. When the person is very old or has been very unwell, it is a bit easier to say good-bye, but a young man in the prime of his life, who has