blessed
Time does not change us....experiences do. Many times we say, when I was younger, or it used to be...we associate it with time, but it's the decisions and situations that mold us into who we are today. Our beliefs, our raisin, our genetics, and our environments. The impact of those who step into our lives for a moment or are always there can be just as important in the road that brings us to where we are today. Tragic deaths bring mourning, lengthy suffering brings relief, and a full life of those whom are older, well death at any age can bring tears, guilt, regret, and depending on the situation rejoicing.
This morning Robert said that he hates funerals cause he wants to remember those as alive, not "in a box" as he stated. I said that it's just their body, simply a shell. He said I know. I then asked him a simple question......Is it easier with our family? He replied with...Oh yeah. Robert and I have been together now for 18 years, and during that time, many have passed on. He has not really had to experience many tragic deaths with us. Our family, well as some of the family has said....we rejoice. We cry, we laugh, we are respectful, we talk loud and fast...you have to in order to get it in, and we rejoice. I have to ask myself why? It's our raisin.
We have been raised that Heaven is a glorious place with all our family waiting, that the "Good Lord" is watching over us and we are never alone. We are not perfect. We all have our faults (which are fair game for pointing out) and we laugh at ourselves. We are all inclusive, there is no separation in blood vs married in, and we might have our problems with each other, but nobody better talk about us if they aren't one of us. We protect each other, we lean on each other, we love, we fight, we eat, we tease...oh and we eat! Why? Our raisin. The Great's, the Grand's, the Aunt's, the Uncle's, the Cuz's, the Kids....we are family. Those that have passed....stories are told, laughter is involved, and lessons are learned, cause as the plate around the table goes....we pass it on. They are never forgotten. We are blessed.
This morning Robert said that he hates funerals cause he wants to remember those as alive, not "in a box" as he stated. I said that it's just their body, simply a shell. He said I know. I then asked him a simple question......Is it easier with our family? He replied with...Oh yeah. Robert and I have been together now for 18 years, and during that time, many have passed on. He has not really had to experience many tragic deaths with us. Our family, well as some of the family has said....we rejoice. We cry, we laugh, we are respectful, we talk loud and fast...you have to in order to get it in, and we rejoice. I have to ask myself why? It's our raisin.
We have been raised that Heaven is a glorious place with all our family waiting, that the "Good Lord" is watching over us and we are never alone. We are not perfect. We all have our faults (which are fair game for pointing out) and we laugh at ourselves. We are all inclusive, there is no separation in blood vs married in, and we might have our problems with each other, but nobody better talk about us if they aren't one of us. We protect each other, we lean on each other, we love, we fight, we eat, we tease...oh and we eat! Why? Our raisin. The Great's, the Grand's, the Aunt's, the Uncle's, the Cuz's, the Kids....we are family. Those that have passed....stories are told, laughter is involved, and lessons are learned, cause as the plate around the table goes....we pass it on. They are never forgotten. We are blessed.
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