Robyn Takes On A Funeral

Okay so not the most cheery thing to think about on a Saturday but I will anyways. I just got back from a funeral a few hours ago so it is kind of the forefront of my mind. A few days ago I was on facebook (yes the notorious facebook), and I found out that the younger brother of a high school friend passed away. I didn’t know him but my friend and I had shared many years of laughter and good times together and, even if I hadn’t seen her in forever, I wanted to go to the funeral and show my support. To be honest, though, I was kind of dreading it. If there’s one thing that I’ve been to far too many times in my short life, it is funerals. And my heart especially hurt since he was so young and it took me back to high school when a friend of mine died in a car wreck. I was definitely not looking forward to it but when I got there I surprisingly enjoyed myself. Although I’m not overly religious the church that the service was at had a vivacious Christian spirit that cannot be recreated. There was the “Amen” corner and more than a few “Hallelujah’s” by the end of the service…two and a half hours later. But it made me appreciate life all that more. The spirit that all of the people at the service lent to it gave power to the message that even though this boy has left this world in such a sudden way he is in good hands. I appreciated the communion of souls at this sermon that is not often found elsewhere. You don’t have to be Christian or even religious to be grateful for such a service because the point of this story is that it gave peace and comfort to the family and to my friend. When it comes down to it, what else matters but that?