The Funeral

Recently I attended a funeral here in Costa Rica. It was for Papa Juan's mother. Juan is married to Rosa and they are housing Jen and Adrienne while we are in Costa Rica. They are members of the church as well. They are really nice, and funny. Anywho... the location of the funeral was beautiful. I suppose because everything is green full of mountains is why it was so pretty. It was really sad though. During the time we were at the church a man was speaking about how this isn't our home, and now Papa Juan's mom is at home with God. During the "sermon" time of the funeral I started thinking about how hard it would be to lose a family member close to me, and although this might sound morbid I started thinking about my grandma and how I just want her to be with me forever. I thought about how important my family is to me. No matter how much they get on my nerves or drive me crazy I love them terribly, and I need to cherish each moment I am with them as if it was my last. Papa Juan had talked to his mom the day before, and then the next day she was gone. I even think they had somewhat of an argument when they talked. I don't want my mom, sister, grandma, or anyone close to me "leave me", and I for sure do not want to remember our last words or time together in a "tiff". I know we are all going to leave this world someday, but it kind of hit me at the funeral. I just realized that I really need to change some of my ways and instead of complaing or being a Debbie Downer to my family I need to be joyous and full of encouragement. It is difficult though, but I need to get over myself and just love no matter what. Anyways, the funeral was interesting and very moving.
Well, I just need to not take things for granted, especially my family. And Adrienne made a good point when we talked about the service. She was saying that it really hit her when the preacher man was tlaking about being friends of the world. It clicked that we are all connected. People in Costa Rica, in the US and everywhere struggle with many of the same things, and struggle with things of this world. It kind of put things into perspective. Although the country, people, culture, etc. are different the word of God is never changing. God is never changing, he is always the same. That is kind of reassuring because I have mood swings sometimes, and I know that I am constantly changing. Why be friends with a world that is not constant, and unsure? God is always the same and always there full of love.