-time: 5.30am on a monday morning- This past week Phebe's Grandma passed on.
I listened on to the sharing by uncle Danny & eulogy from Phebe's Uncle, Peter.
"just like our life,the tent that we are are housed upon for the next few days of the funeral are just but temporary...and we return to our Father's House."
or
how grandma tells her 5 children to be united like the fingers to a hand.
I have been shown that funerals are a time where you see the human become ever real again, where people come together, coming closer to one another,
edging their older folks to rest while the younger generation survives the task of watching the night shift at the wake.
On top of a person leaving this world, while we are filled with missing the person, the trademarks that repeatedly fly through our head, the face, the person's prescence. he/she has graduated in the Lord's Glory & we celebrate that(:
-something that you do while doing night shift, especially getting hungry-
-walking home in the morning-
-the earlier bird gets the worm-
Have a blessed week my friends(:
I listened on to the sharing by uncle Danny & eulogy from Phebe's Uncle, Peter.
"just like our life,the tent that we are are housed upon for the next few days of the funeral are just but temporary...and we return to our Father's House."
or
how grandma tells her 5 children to be united like the fingers to a hand.
I have been shown that funerals are a time where you see the human become ever real again, where people come together, coming closer to one another,
edging their older folks to rest while the younger generation survives the task of watching the night shift at the wake.
On top of a person leaving this world, while we are filled with missing the person, the trademarks that repeatedly fly through our head, the face, the person's prescence. he/she has graduated in the Lord's Glory & we celebrate that(:
-something that you do while doing night shift, especially getting hungry-
-walking home in the morning-
-the earlier bird gets the worm-Have a blessed week my friends(:
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