Funerals make me melancholy. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve attended many different funerals, most for people I barely know, but am close to a relative of the deceased and I attend to support my friend. Yesterday was one of these times.
Dianne was my friend’s mom. She finally succumbed to Glioblastoma Multiforme on the weekend. Instead of traditional “fighting” this terrible cancer, for which she knew there would be no victory for her ultimately, she took each new day with joy, working only to treasure her loved ones and ensure those she loved, knew how much she loved them. Originally, her prognosis had offered her a maximum of 6 months after diagnosis. That stubborn woman gave us another 2 full years, bless her.
The service at the Presbyterian Church was very moving. Moving even without seeing Jamie and his tough-guy-dad Russel, crying….I tear up now thinking of him. He so loved her for their 45 years together.
Love. The service message was the endurance of love as it was Dianne’s unending love for her family that resonates still, in her absence. One of the final things she was ever able to say before the cancer took her ability to speak was: “I hope I was a good mother”.
Those of us who know them as a family, know that her children and grandchildren are a testament to what a great mom she really was. Her only son (my friend) wrote a beautiful tribute to her, praising her for her love and kindness and acceptance; saying she was the glue that held this family together.
So I’m thinking a lot on love today. I’m thinking of how I show love and how I feel love from others. I’d like to leave you with this simple sentiment from 1 Corinthians. (I don’t need to be a Christian to appreciate these words):
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.