Funerals…

Who wants to go to funerals?

No-one.

But honestly, if I want to show how much I support and love the family of the loved one who left us, I go to the funeral.

I go for me and for the family.  The loved one has passed on and doesn’t know whether I am there or not.  Well, they know, but they are not able to come up to me in the midst of the service and say,

“Hello Vivienne, so glad you could come.  Make yourself at home.”

I went to Olivia’s funeral.  She was the little girl who was six weeks from being a teenager.  Imagine God doing that!  Depriving a beautiful soul of teenager-hood.  Her family were theatre people like us.  I imagined there would be lots of people I would know.  Of the about 300 folks who attended, there were about ten from the theatre.  I knew no-one else.  I thought, “theatre people may be cowards.

Not everyone likes a funeral.

I don’t like funerals.  I go to support the family.  They are tough numbers to attend.

Olivia’s funeral was run by her family.  They were very present all through her life and in her death.  They talked about her, sang for her, told stories and shared her with us, they were not allowed to shed tears during this hour.  We did in the congregation.  They did a bit but they came through for her and for us.

They shared her with us, their precious daughter, sister, niece.  That’s what I loved.  They shared her.

Here is her link, Olivia. Go read her story, get a feel for her family.  These are the kinds of amazing people I surround myself with.

Who wants to go to funerals?

No-one.  I went.

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