Warning: this post gets sappy.
In the past week I have been to a funeral and a wedding. I can't really decide which one I preferred.
The wedding, of course, should be the clear winner. It had a bar and dancing. The only tears that were shed were tears of joy. They gave out favors, took pictures, and served fancy cake. It was a party.
There was little party atmosphere at the funeral. Sure, there was food. Lots of it, all very carby, and fattening. There wasn't a bar though, and definitely no dancing. There was lots of crying, but most of it was that ugly crying with shaking shoulders, hiccuping, and running noses. No favors were handed out. No pictures were taken. The cake wasn't very good, and it was from the grocery store.
For all the differences though, both had one thing is common: they were both about love. I think the funeral even more so than the wedding.
No, I am not saying that the bride and groom don't love each other. I'm sure they do. However, I don't think it can yet compare to the love I saw at the funeral. The love my uncle had for my aunt, that led him to nurse her through five years of cancer. The love her family and friends have to support her husband and sons now that she is gone, the same way they supported them through her illness. The love everyone in the church had for those around them, realizing that in just a second, the most important things in your life can be taken away, and how they should be treasured at all times, even after they are gone. There was so much love there it had me thinking about it all week, and now has me writing this post.
I hope we are all lucky enough to have love like that in our lives. Oh, and that we are smart enough to recognize and cherish it.
See, I told you. Sappy.