No matter what words of comfort are said, death is never easy for those left behind.
Tears flowed down my cheeks as I listened to the preist say today’s Mass. He was speaking Spanish. YaYa asked why they only were speaking Chinese, because he didn’t know what they were saying. It might has well have been Chinese for, even though I took Spanish in high school, I only understood a few of the words being said. I did, however, feel the meaning of the words in my heart.
Comprende?
Si. I think I do.
The people came from near and far to pay their last regards. It was apparent that this young man touched the hearts of many. No matter what the spoken language, “love” is universal.
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I remember attending a family funeral when I first joined my German wife in Germany, I didn’t understand much, but the feelings displayed were totally understandable and I was able to express my compassion and condolences so that all understood. A gentle touch, a firm grasp of a hand, a caring look… love is universal!