The Irony called Life

Today was her mom's service of songs. Just about a couple of weeks after she died. She was sad too, as would be expected, but she showed strenght and courage. Her head was held high, the smile came through, the recollection of times past... sweet. She still managed somehow to encourage others, make them laugh, and make fun of them too. Most of all she did not loose her sense of humour, she was made fun of and she laughed about it as she enjoyed making fun of others. Throwing light hearted jest at them. All around it was just good.

Today was her mom's service of songs, and tomorrow is the wedding of another, and the rehearsal was today. Two events with opposing reaction. One a celebration of life lived, the other a celebration of a renewed life. One a remembreance of life the other a continuation. Life is funny like that. One cries, the other laughs. One weeps, the other smiles. At some point in time, the both smiled but for different reasons. One for something in the past, the other for the expectations of what is to come. And when they both cried, one was out of sadness, the other for unexpressable elation. They both react to something.

Today was her mom's service of songs, and a baby was born to another. She celebrated a life lived, they celebrate a life born. Isnt such the irony of the existence called life. It recycles itself. Takes one out and brings in another, it takes what was and transforms it to what will be. The dust of old has been reborn into a new beautiful unique living dust; a cute one at that.

One died, another is born. One mourns, the other rejoices. Such is the irony of life.

May the departed soul find rest in the peace of the Lord;
May the living soul find hope in His promises.