A Post For Doris

Today, for the second time in my life, I attended a funeral. My first was that of my granddad on my mum’s side and it goes to say that it was a very personal and heartbreaking moment in my life as he was extremely close to me. This time, however, it was for my uncle’s mother, Doris, a lady who was very dear to most of my relatives, but I hardly knew myself. I admit, I was filled with a strange sensation sitting next to the many people in the church who had heartfelt stories to tell, and genuine tears to shed - the feeling that I was an intruder at a very private event. Although I fully related to the overall grief, and sympathized deeply, this conviction did not relieve the pervasive feeling of unbelonging I felt throughout the service. However, I do think I had a small purpose in being there since I was able to support those most affected by her passing. I think they appreciated my support, and knowing that makes it all worthwhile. With the funeral now over, and Doris laid peacefully in the ground, I think we can feel grateful that we can celebrate my grandma's 80th birthday as it will help us overcome the sorrow of Doris' passing, and recognize the importance of the brief time on earth that has beeallotteded to each and every one of us.