Memorial

On Saturday Eduardo, Aida and I went to the memorial service for the 5 month old baby who passed away last week. It is strange to call such a sad event beautiful, but everyone who was there agreed that it was just that. The most moving part was when people were asked to come forward and give their memories and thoughts. At first there was silence and no one volunteered, slowly however people came forward and it was amazing how articulate and thoughtful people could be in such a sad setting. Some of the most moving words were said by a very close friend my friend who assured her that every minute of that babies life, he was loved. The mom could have no regrets about their time together.

Aida wanted to share how much she would miss the baby and also how earlier that day their soccer team (her friend is on the team with her) had won their game (they have now lost 2, won 1) and they did it for her. After another friend of hers was brave enough to talk, Aida had the courage to go forward. I was so proud of my girl- I could see it made her friend so happy- and Aida could see that too.

Before the funeral I said to Eduardo I hoped that I would be able to cry because I have a tendency to want to cry, but not be able to at funerals. No such problem on Saturday. The tears flowed easily.

This week I know I am laughing more than last week. It almost makes me feel guilty because I know that the pain our friends feel has not lessened at all- and it won't for a long, long time.