Oh Life

So I went to a funeral for a friends brother that was tragically gone before the rest of us around him feel was his time. I literally can say I never liked funerals but I now HATE them. There are parts that are touching but for the most part I put myself back at my dads service still truly missing my father to the depths of my soul. They passed by me with the casket as the service started and I weeped not only for my friend and for the great loss and heartache that I know he is feeling but for the great loss of my dad. For that moment so recently that we followed in a casket almost just the same way. I found myself having to truly breath real deep to even be able to breath. I didn't even cry like that at my dads service. I think it is because when you have to so quickly gather together for your own loved one you are numb. You go through the motions, being strong for those around you, but when you are 6 almost 7 months later attending another tragic funeral service it all plays to real. Aside from the difficulty of todays service though I realized how grateful I am for such amazing friends. The Lord blessed me in high school with such close friends that even 13 years later I feel almost as though they are my brothers. The close embrace of a friend aching and in some way being able to sympathize and understand him in ways that you never thought you would is so amazing. I love the Gospel, I love my family, and I love my friends. I am grateful for eternity. Not only for myself but for those around me that I love that to have families that have experienced recent trials yet we have the same knowledge to get us through the today.