Today I attended the funeral for a family member, who died suddenly last week. As I sat in meditative silence, waiting for the service to begin, I thought of the last time I had met with the deceased. It was at the 1st birthday celebration for my Granddaughter. My relative had recently been diagnosed with lung cancer. Prognosis - with Chemo and radiation treatments - maybe 12 - 18 months. Conversation that day was difficult, as we searched for words to say, skirting around the obvious questions, avoiding the 'elephant' in the middle of the room.
How is it then, that today, as family and friends gathered at a funeral chapel in Transcona, Winnipeg, that we spoke of his 'sudden' passing? And how many of us bowed our heads with regret that we had not made the time to speak our truths, share words of comfort, visit, reminisce, laugh and play with our loved one over the last few months - even after we heard the two minute warning?
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