Today is the viewing at the funeral home for our friends daughter, and it makes me think of another time, back many years ago. when I was little I remember when my uncle died, he was only 14, and I was 6. I was, by all accounts, a pretty jumpy kid, scared of most things. We lived 2 doors down from him, and I remember a lot of things that went on while he was sick. I have to think that's where my cautious nature comes from, his was a bruise that turned into cancer, so we were checked over pretty regularly. Crying is what I remember most, the adults, and trying to figure out why? If he was in a better place, why was everyone so sad? I wish it was that easy to deal with now.
The viewings are 3-5, and 7-9 today. The group has paid for the meal in between the services at our friends house, a very small gesture, but at least it gives us something to do at a time when we are so helpless. The daughter and I will be attending both viewings, we offered to pick up the food, and have it ready back at the families home so they can come home and just rest, and maybe have a bite to eat. I was just talking with the daughter, telling her what to expect, explaining that our job as friends is to support, try to be strong for them. I'm practicing my brave face for her, but I don't think it will last. I want to 6 again and have someone tell me it's OK, and believe it.