Today I had the deep honor of carrying Daisy Christine the final fifty yards she will travel in this world.
It took just the two of us, Joel and I, as the casket was small and the burden so light.
A grave for a child put me in mind of Jeremiah:
This is what the Lord says:
“A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.”
There were tears indeed, and mourning.
But also an odd sense of hope and a touch of comfort mingled in.
Attendees were encouraged to wear bright colors; children were not only welcome, but encouraged to attend.
Reverend Kim pointed out that Daisy will never know what it means to be hungry, or alone, or fearful. Never. A revelation that brought tears and hope.
Allyson sang “It is Well,” as the program notes reminded us that the soothing roll of melody was written in the heart of tragedy – written for a day such as this.
Ray wrote lyrics specific for the day, and Karen delivered them – words of heartache yet yearning for the time when we will dance together.
Indeed, Jeremiah, in the same passage describing inconsolable weeping, penned this promise:
Then young women will dance and be glad…
(Ever so much more poignant, as Daisy was the child of a dance studio, and many of the young girls in attendance would indeed be dancing in response to their communal grief…)
Then young women will dance and be glad, young men and old as well. I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
Oh, Daisy of the graveside, may you be now and ever more Daisy of the dance!
Just my thoughts,