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Date: 01 December 2006 15:08:12
I was at a funeral.
It was at the end of a very busy day so made for an exhausting range of emotions squeezed into one day. Even the service itself evoked many different feelings - the inevitable sadness and shock combined with the happy memories. And just before the service I heard of another death even more shocking, about which others have written more coherently and expressed what I feel better than I could.
There were many children at the funeral service and I know people have differing opinions of children in church, many demonstrating their desire for the church to die out by preferring children to be seen and not heard. At this service in particular some of the young ones were quite vocal - one baby making its presence felt quite loudly on occasion. And it was wonderful to hear. I know that new life taking away the bitterness of death is a cliché but like all clichés it has something in it. And for me at least those screams provided much-needed comfort.