Yesterday I attended the funeral services for a fourteen-year-old girl. It feels so inherently wrong to attend a funeral for a child. I'm not saying that a child's life isn't to be celebrated, not at all. Her life touched the hearts of many people, and she left a legacy just as we all do. It's just that it is not what we expect. It's not supposed to be this way. Parents don't expect to outlive their children. I can't imagine how difficult this must be. How do you pick up the pieces and go on after losing your child? Life doesn't always make sense, and it definitely is not always fair.
The little girl was the daughter of my friend and co-worker. Some of you who have been reading my blog for a while will remember me talking about this little girl before. For the past two years she has struggled and fought a battle against a malignant brain tumor. Unfortunately, she did not win this battle. Her parents did everything they could to help her fight the cancer, trying both conventional and unconventional treatments, but nothing worked. In spite of the odds, they held onto hope that a miracle would happen for their little girl. When hope is all you have, you hold onto it pretty tightly. The miracle never took place and this little girl's family, and indeed, our entire town is mourning her passing. The church for the services yesterday was packed. Every pew was filled.
A couple of years before she was diagnosed with brain cancer, this little girl sang the song, "I Can Only Imagine," by the group Mercy Me as part of a school program, and her performance was recorded on video. That video of her singing this song was shown as a part of the memorial services. There was not a dry eye to be found in that church as we listened to her sweet voice sing this song.
This little girl loved the cartoon character, Snoopy. If you are of a certain age, you may remember the way Snoopy danced when he was celebrating something. The family of this little girl stated that they'd like to think that their little girl is dancing that same celebratory dance that Snoopy danced, now that she is free from pain and suffering and in heaven.
Hug your kids, hug your grandkids, folks. Keep close all those you hold dear. Tomorrow is not guaranteed for any of us, no matter how old or how young we may be.
If you are not familiar with the song, "I Can Only Imagine," you can listen to it here. It is a song of celebration and wonder and joy. Happy Sunday, everyone.

