Some thoughts... Saying goodbye is never easy. I had to say my final goodbye to my mom about 3 weeks ago. It was the most difficult thing I ever had to do in my entire life. Tonight, exactly 3 weeks after my moms funeral, I returned to the very same funeral home to say my final goodbye to an old friend, Edward. He was a 19 year old young man whom Ive met as a kid in my old parish of St Peter/St Paul/Our Lady of Pilar (PPP). We were both alter servers. We both played on the same baseball team in the BYA. His father was my confirmation teacher in CCD, and I believe my mother was his. I couldnt find the words to express my sorrow to Eddie, Millie, and Ashley for their loss. Losing my mom was the worst pain Ive ever felt, but the pain of losing a son or a twin, its one thats unimaginable to say the least. As I entered the funeral home today, I saw so many familiar faces, some of which Ive just seen in the same setting 3 weeks before. Some faces were unfamiliar. But regardless of who you were, or who you knew, there was an unshakable essence in the atmosphere that was felt and shared by all who were there: Love. It was the same love that was shown to me by many, including the Cortes family. The same love that is currently getting me through my own battles. The greatest power that Jesus gave us. So yes, it was a little difficult for me to attend another funeral so soon, especially one that was eerily similar to my moms. But the same love I felt 3 weeks ago, Im glad I got the opportunity to return it and bear witness to it tonight. God bless the Cortes family. Especially Eddie, Millie, and Ashley. And may the soul of Edward Vincent Cortes find eternal rest in the Lord.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 02:59:10 +0000
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