One Week Later

One week ago we buried my mother-in-law. It was a beautiful ceremony out in the countryside in southeast Ohio just a stone's throw away from their home. She was only 64 years old. Three doves were first released at the grave site, one for the Father, the Son and one for the Holy Spirit. The fourth one represented the spirit of Dezi's mother as it most assuredly was just settling in to rest in the hands of God. Instead of flying up and out toward the wooded area like the first three, this one first flew up and hovered over their property for a complete circle as if saying one final good bye or taking one last glimpse at the dream retirement home they had been building together. But knowing there is a better home waiting elsewhere, the dove then glided away to be with the others. It was a memorable moment. And a moment of release and joy for all who saw the analogy. The entire family was present. Some who haven't seen each other for years. Some who haven't talked to each other for years. Funny how a death in the family brings the family together sometimes. I guess it is the one thing we all will share in some day ourselves. However, I wonder how many of our families would be better if we really understood what it means to die to ourselves while we live. Why do we wait for a funeral to bring us together?