The funeral
We're home from the funeral. It was incredibly hard, but we made it through somehow. I brought his mother and sisters each an amethyst stone to help them make it through. One of the properties of amethyst is to help with acceptance of death. I wear one around my neck all the time. They don't have the same beliefs as I do, but they held on tight to those stones.
There were so many people there, there was standing room only. The kids kept coming up to the casket to touch it and say good bye. They all loved him. It was so surreal to see the football players crying with the skaters and cheerleaders with the goth girls. That was the kind of kid he was. Friends of all groups. He didn't care a bit what people looked like.
We went back to his mom's house after the funeral, but I couldn't sit there knowing he was being buried, so I snuck out the door while the pastor was saying a prayer and went up to the cemetery. My hubby and brother were already there waiting. There were about a dozen kids up there watching. I know his grave will become a shrine. The rest of the family couldn't be there, it was too much. I couldn't not be there. I needed that closure. Knowing he's safe and noone can ever hurt him again.
Tomorrow, we'll all go pick out a headstone for him and go with his mom to see his grave.
I love you, Michael. Until we meet again, I'll hold you in my heart.
posted by Gretchen at
7:24 PM
2 Comments:
Gretchen - I am very sorry for your loss. Michael looks in many ways like my brother Joey. Sadly he died when he was 19 (suicide). You will drive yourself crazy trying to think "What if," I know that doesn't help you deal with the pain.
It seems as though some peoples lives get cut way too short, as I'm sure is his case by reading what you've written about him.
We will never know what God has planned for us. But whatever that plan is, I'm sure that Michael is with him now playing his guitar.
I just said a prayer for you and him. I prayed that God will have his angels protect him as he passes into the next world.
We never truly know how many lives we've touched until after we're gone. Looks like he touched all types of people with his smile and his music.
Peace & Hugs,
- Neo
Thank you for your kind words, Neo.
Michael did touch many lives. There were hundreds of kids there all showing how much he meant to them. Nobody expected the turn out there was, but it really didn't surprise us. Michael was just a wonderful kid.
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