JMJ *Fr. Greg explained that life is like a journey on a train. When you board the train at birth, there are individuals on the train already. When your time is up and you get off the train at your destination, there will presumably be people staying on board until they reach the end of their journeys.
Ring the School Bell 88/180 days
Today was a day to ponder life. Our family attended the funeral of our good friend Pablo’s mother. Pablo’s childhood friend, now a priest, presided over the sad event.
Fr. Greg explained that life is like a journey on a train. When you board the train at birth, there are individuals on the train already. When your time is up and you get off the train at your destination, there will presumably be people staying on board until they reach the end of their journeys.
Of course, in real life, it is difficult because of those we love. We would like to stay together on the tracks of life until the very end. But it usually doesn’t work out that way.
Sometimes the timing of loss, is beyond our comprehension, as my poor sister Ellen who lost her beloved husband before he even turned 50, leaving behind three young children and his loving wife.
Even when it has been expected a long while, the loss of a loved one is always felt.
I can not go to a funeral, these days, without thinking about my father who passed away over a year ago, after a very short illness. He is still so alive in my heart, that many times I think he is still around, until an event like this brings me back to a grim reality that he has left this world. Despite my faith, it is still difficult to accept.
Nothing can ever be a complete comfort when you have lost someone who was such a big part of your life, but the following words from Wilson St. Pierre funeral parlor do ring true…
“A death has occurred and everything is changed by this event. We are painfully aware that life can never be the same again, that yesterday is over, that relationships once rich have ended. But there is another way to look upon this truth. If life went on the same without the presence of the one who has died, we could only conclude that the life we here celebrate made no contribution, filled no space, meant nothing. The fact that this individual left behind a place that cannot be filled is a high tribute to this individual. Life can be the same after a trinket has been lost, but never after the loss of a treasure.” Paul Irion
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** Note to the Reader- Today’s narrative is part of our family’s school journey from a few years ago, during my eldest daughter’s senior year in high school, a rather emotional year, with its many ups and downs. Every day’s blog entry coincides with a day from that special year. It can be read from the beginning by selecting the “Ring the School Bell 180” category on the side bar. Commence with the narrative, “The School Bell- What comes to mind when ‘you’ hear that bell?”
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May God shower blessings on your family as he has on mine. Annette