Forward

The last few days my focus has been on the present. The death of a friend or loved one has a way of doing that. The past seems so long ago and the future isn't in sight. There are obligations to perform. And their is grief to deal with. My Mother always told me time speeds up as you age and that has been shown to me to be a true statement,for the most part. What she didn't tell me is during times like this, time stands still. The days go by but time doesn't appear to move. My thoughts are focused on one thing.
As we age we attend more and more funerals. The passing of the previous generation being witnessed. And time moves forward. It is almost as though it is our chance to relive those years in miniature. A few days at a time. We remember our loved ones, friends and acquaintances. We listen to their eulogies and reflect upon them. And time moves forward.
For those of us with faith death signals a new beginning. A beginning that should be celebrated. In the last few years I hear people speak of funerals and wakes as, celebrations of life. That is justly so. But grief and mourning is a personal business,deeply personal and each of us must find our own path to understanding the mystery that is death. To come to terms with that reality is not an easy thing. It takes time. And times moves forward.
As we mourn our loss time stands still. Perhaps it is Gods way of giving us time to contemplate and understand. At the moment reality is altered. The world continues to turn, it is not the end, but a new beginning. And time moves forward.