I admit it. I am a funeral junkie. There are few things I enjoy more than a good funeral.
No, this is not the macabre side of me speaking.
To be upfront, I have only attended Mormon funerals. I have heard that funerals performed in other religions are quite different. It would be interesting to see if I enjoyed one of those as much.
But funerals are so beautiful!
There is so much love. It's about celebrating a person's life. I usually learn more about a person at their funeral than I did through many conversations with them. I love seeing them through the eyes of others. The way their neighbor saw them. The way their children, grandchildren, and spouse saw them.
Yes, there is much sadness. But this, too, is based in love. These people are terribly sad because they loved the deceased. And were loved. And the love continues. That's why it hurts.
So, even when there is pain, I get so much out of it. I cry with those that cry. I laugh with those that laugh. It's very therapeutic.
I have been to some funerals that were a result of tragedy: crib death, target shooting accident, suicide. Lives cut too short. These can be so hard. But I am able to be there to offer my love to ease the burden. Hopefully my presence is felt and it helps.
But the main reason that I love funerals so much is the spirituality. People are raw. Their spirits shine forth in purity. They glow as if from another sphere.
Angels minister at funerals, those we see and those we don't.
When the room is filled with love and concern, and hearts are breaking, we are joined in unity -- and the veil becomes very thin.