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Topic: Bitter and Sweet (05/28/09)
TITLE: Bittersweet Memories (ii)
By Scarlett Farr
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But this particular family event wasn’t supposed to be dysfunctional. I had convinced myself that as my father’s death grew closer, we would finally realize we are supposed to love each other and, figuratively speaking, hold hands and sing Kum Ba Yah around his hospice bed. It was not to be.
As he was drew last breaths, snarls, sharp words and dirty looks were tossed about freely. Two distinct camps formed and there wasn’t a mediator alive that could bring the two factions together. Funeral plans were made by one group and details withheld from the other group. One group went through Dad’s things, looking for a keepsake as a remembrance of him, the other group got nothing.
When my father died, no one was standing by him to comfort him or whisper loving words to him. Two had just left the room and two, who were in opposing camps and not speaking to each other, had just arrived in the room. Others, who had been banished under threat of restraining orders, had not been to visit for days.
So that is how my father died, his family ripped apart and feuding -- again. He was in a coma so one group was sure he didn't know what was happening and didn‘t bother to mask their feelings. The other group was sure he did know and are convinced he went to meet his Maker devastated by the bitterness he left behind. During the visitation and funeral we continued the side show for all my father’s last visitors to see. The bitterness utterly destroyed the already strained relationships that had simmered for years and exploded in the days, months and years after the funeral.
Five years later, the roles are reversed. I listen to my friend quietly tell me her dearly beloved father-in-law, who has been like a father to her for over thirty years, just passed away. We were now even more closely bound in friendship by the loss of a parent, but hers was a very different experience.
As her father-in-law drew his last breaths, phone calls were made to bring the family together. Everyone arrived quickly. Nearly a dozen family members stood around his bed, each with a hand touching his arm, leg, head. His labored breathing was replaced by relaxed breathing. Although he had been comatose all day, he raised his head slightly, opened his eyes, flashed a smile and met his Maker, completely content in the sweetness that filled the room that very moment. Afterward, the family stayed together for hours, drinking coffee, recounting memories, laughing and crying together.
In a few days, the family will come together to say their final goodbyes. One will preach the funeral, several will deliver eulogies and one will sing a favorite song. All were encouraged to participate in what will be a celebration of love for their patriarch.
As I sit in the church, ready to provide support to my friend in her time of need, I am sure I will pause to remember the day she did the same for me. It will be a bittersweet memory. As the full weight of how her family reacted to death settles on me I have come to realize my family lost so much more than a father five years ago. We lost forever an opportunity to share our love, lean on one another and most importantly, be the family that God intended us to be. I pray that when the time comes for my family to gather for the next funeral, the others will have been quietly and gracefully witnessed to by a dear friend who can demonstrate what real family love looks like so that we can claim it for our own.
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