A Casket too Small and an Urn.

Recently, I had two funerals. Sad, tragic ones. 

One was for a 10 year old boy with special needs. One was for a 52 year old man who shot himself. 

The little boy lived longer than he was supposed to.  The man didn't want to live anymore. 

The little boy never knew how much he wasn't "normal."  The man never felt "normal." 

One brought hope in his life. The other lost hope. 

One felt loved. The other felt lost. 

Same church. Same pastor. Same overwhelming sense of sadness. 

You understand when someone is supposed to die. "They lived a good life." That's what people say. 

 It makes sense. 

Neither one of these did. 

Unanswered questions. 

Hurts. 

How to process?  Just squeeze the ones you love and hold them tight. Enjoy the moment. Don't let insecurities get the best of you. Be nice. Listen. 

Love. 

Smile.