A Time for Everything

To everything there is a season, and
a time to every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born, and
a time to die;
a time to plant, and
a time to pluck up
that which is planted;

A time to kill, and
a time to heal;
a time to break down, and
a time to build up;

A time to weep, and
a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and
a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and
a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and
a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and
a time to lose;
a time to keep, and
a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and
a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and
a time to speak;

A time to love, and
a time to hate;
a time of war; and
a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I have heard this verse twice in 5 months. Both are death from cancer.

My mom's funeral was at a church, with a priest and more people than the church could hold. I remember the priest saying that he has never seen so many people show up to a funeral in that parish. I still can't talk about it without breaking down.

Today, Kim's funeral was one that was so different. You could almost say it was unconventional. It was the saddest funeral I have ever been to. The reverend was his best friend, he cried the whole time. He had mostly friends there. They were all bikers, all brothers. The reverend didn't even know the words to the Our Father. He actually read it off the paper wrong. All the people who came to the front to talk, did so about all the parties they attended together. It was different, but it was beautiful. I held my biological mom tight as she said goodbye to her love, her soul-mate. It was heartbreaking. My heart is heavy and it hurts right now.