I went to a funeral yesterday. I know this is a horrible thought, but I think I like christian funerals (I hate christian as an adjective. Sorry.) better than weddings. Weddings are always so planned, formal, and mostly boring. (Plus an extravagant waste of money.) I mean most people, including the bride and groom, have to get drunk to have fun. If there isn't some type of alcohol at a wedding people can't seem to leave fast enough. By the end of non-alcoholic weddings the bride and groom usually have to take turns throwing rice or blowing bubbles on each other. Outside of not seeing your friend or loved one until the after life, which is horribly unfair and painful, funerals are much more enjoyable. People celebrate a life well lived. People share stories. We laugh together, cry together and if we are lucky maybe learn to love each other just a little more. No one rushes out. No one checks their watches. No one gets to many hugs. No one hurts enough, or laughs enough and no one feels guilty for doing either one. There was alot of Jesus talk yesterday, but the guy's spirituality was not what hit me the most. I was really overwhelmed by his apparent love for life. I didn't really know they guy, but I came away with a sense of having lost a chance to have been really loved. I hope I never let my fears of intimacy cause me to miss out on life and love again. I plan to take a look around and see who seems to be really enjoying the here and now, and get to know them.
Labels: death, funeral, Life, Love
