Saturday, February 1, 2014

Tears in Heaven, Sweaping Through Our Soul

Pink was my cousins favorite color. So instead of wearing the traditional black to her funeral her mother asked that everyone wear pink. This girls smile could light up an entire room, to wear a happy vibrant color in celebration of her life… it just felt right.


It is ALWAYS hard when we lose someone that we love. But someone at the end of a very long and fulfilling life is easier to accept. Everyone dies, everything will end, but it just isnt fair or right when a child is taken way too soon. My cousin was only 15. She was just starting out on her journey. She didn’t even have a chance to fly and fall.


The whole town, the whole high school, the cheerleading team, the volleyball team, the parents, the teachers, the family and friends. The church was full with a sea of pink, heads bowed, eyes glistening with tears. So many people went up to share funny stories, memories of their friend, their niece, their daughter. Even her tiny little 8 year old cousin went up… she stood there in her little pink dress and asked why… why her beloved Tata couldn’t come back. There wasn’t a dry eye in the whole church. It was the most beautiful service I have ever been too.


After the funeral we all journeyed outside, everyone got a pink balloon and released it in a wave of farwell wishes. Lunch was served, more stories were shared and then we all caravanned back over to my Uncles house.



I haven’t seen him in years. I missed his wedding but I am so happy I was able to make it out for his daughters funeral. It was so nice to see him again, even under such sad circumstances.


1 comment:

paul peggy zeus said...

It was the most beautiful ceremony EVER! Bye Tata, God took you much sooner than we planned. At 15 years young, we don't understand the plan.

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