There were happier days. The remembrances, the things done then, the joys of their experiences were from happier days. The smiles and laughter were apparent in the pictures now posted on the boards around the room. Sparkles dancing in aging eyes as they recalled the joys they shared. Occasionally there was a tiny seeping from the corner of the eyes both for joy and sorrow. They smiled those tight little smiles of strained faces desperately seeking to maintain the composure their dignity demanded. It was a somber atmosphere of respect and admiration for the greatness of the one lying in the front of the room full of chairs.
Soft hearty greetings, subdued conversations giving honor to the impact of this life which had touched many so well. Touching and being touched, seeing well remembered faces, some barely recalled at all. Waves at familiar faces across the room, whispered questions of their forgotten identities. Some longed for answers to serious questions, others lightheartedly opening themselves with self deprecating humor, all with sadness and joy mingled in. Well spoken commendations , open hugs, extended handshakes, all for the honoring of the departed. All for the comfort of the grieving. Continue reading
