Uncle's funeral service was attended by a few close friends, church members and family members. When Dad called to informed us of Uncle's passing, my initial thought was to skip the service in the home and just attended the Mass in St Joseph Catheral. Remembered and reminded that funeral services are in fact for the living, not the dead. Our presence there would comfort and console. Our absence will tell differently of us, thus i made the decision to go all the way...Yupe even to the cemetery.
Why all the hussle-bussle on the dead? Why all the attention when they are already dead? Feeling guilty of not treating them well when they were alive? Hypocrites! As if the family members do not know.... Like i say "funerals are for the living, not the dead"
Elizabeth asked me why aren't the family weeping? Told her that it was a relief that her grand-uncle passed away, cos he has been suffering from stroke since three years ago. Leh Bing asked me why I wasn't even sad? Told him that my uncle is with the Lord and that i will meet him again in Heaven.
Jesus said " I am the Resurrected and the Life "
Had been feeling 'weak' and worn-out lately. Down with sore-throat, badly blocked nose, throbbing head-aches and red-eyes. And everyone was telling me to take enough rest. Thus i am indeed taking a break from my routine chores, relaxing and just sit back. Blessings in disguise though, because with me incapacitated, my children is gradually taking charge of the chores.... haha...i will definitely sit back with my feet up...Need to take enough rest, bah.
