I stopped keeping track of the number of funerals that I have presided over when it reached 100. The youngest was age 4 and the oldest was 101. Some had their lives taken from them, others took their own lives, and some lived full lives. I have been present at the time of death on a number occasions. I have sat quietly praying next to the deceased in emergency rooms, hospital rooms, nursing homes, private homes, in a garage – wherever they lie in the end. It sometimes bothers me that I can’t remember all their names. It seems I should.
May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
2 Replies to “Funerals and Names”
I think you should rest easy, as you were there in their most difficult time. so they could rest easy. I volunteer gardening at a national cemetery, and sometime feel the same way. Overwhelmed that I want to know everyones story.
What a wonderful place to volunteer! I was just there for the first time earlier this year. It was raining, but that didn’t stop us from spending several hours there. Every soul has such wonderful stories to tell. Blessings to you.