Just recently, I attended the funeral of my Brother-in-law in the North Island. He died very suddenly at the young age of 64. It came as a huge shock to the whole family.
Sitting and talking to my sister while I was there, she said she wasn’t going to have a funeral, but because he died so suddenly, she felt that she needed closure for herself as well as their three children and
grandchild.
They sat together and as a family decided they would have a service, thinking that probably no more than 50 people would attend. At the service, it was standing room only. Over 200 people came from all over the country, and 30 devices were logged in to the live stream to pay their respects.
Think about it. We have a baby shower and occasionally a gender reveal party for a child who isn’t born. We celebrate milestone birthdays ( my dad’s 90th is next month ), but when someone dies, over the past few years, there has been a change to where we tend not to celebrate or acknowledge the mark
someone has had on our lives as often.
When my mum passed, people that we had not seen for 20+ years came, even my friends from primary school attended. In the end, my sister is so pleased that they decided to celebrate this wonderful man’s life, and the legacy he will leave behind. His children and grandchildren will have something to remember him by and know he was loved not just by them, but many more.
By: Kelly Thompson