Saturday afternoon, I attended a Zoom memorial for fellow childless blogger Bamberlamb, who died on Valentine's Day and whose funeral was on St. Patrick's Day. It was a private event hosted by the Childless Collective community, where Bamberlamb & I co-host(ed) the Childless After Babyloss sub-group. As my contribution to the program, I spoke a little about how I got to know her as a blogger first, and then read a poem that came to mind, when I learned that her husband had asked people to wear purple to her funeral -- her favourite colour. It was a sad event, but also comforting, with laughs as well as tears. I think she would have liked it. :)
Later that afternoon, I watched the taped gala from the recent World Figure Skating Championships on CBC. The competition was held in Boston, a city that lost a number of promising young skaters in the Washington, D.C. plane crash on Jan. 29th, and several of the gala skaters dedicated their performances to them. A highlight was an emotional performance by Maxim Naumov (who was not among the competitors, but was invited to perform), who lost both his parents, Evgenia Shishkova & Vadim Naumov, in the crash. (They were also his coaches. They skated for the USSR/Russia, won the world pairs championships in 1994, and later moved to the U.S. and coached at the Boston club.) He got a long and well-deserved standing ovation.
And then yesterday, dh & I drove about an hour east and south of here to attend a celebration of life for a friend who died on St. Patrick's Day after a long illness -- the same day Bamberlamb's funeral was being held in the UK. (I wrote about that confluence of events at the time, here.) We got to know M. & her husband 22 years ago (gulp) when they came to our pregnancy loss support group after the loss of their baby son. We hadn't seen them -- or anyone from our old group -- in 10-15 years, but the bonds you form in groups like that are pretty strong, and we've stayed in touch on social media. (Already, I'm seeing comments she'd made on old posts of mine in my Facebook Memories.)
There was no service or program -- just a social time together, with lots of food and displays of photos and M.'s beautiful craft work -- including a lovely plaque, memorializing the baby son they lost, 22 years ago. And, on a table at the back, surrounded by a wreath of flowers, the urn containing her ashes. I patted the top of it with tears in my eyes and said, "Ya done good, M. I hope you're finally getting some rest." She was just 52. :(
There were a LOT of people there, but we got there early, and her husband greeted us with big hugs. Obviously, he and his (other) kids were busy greeting people -- there was a near-continuous lineup at the door -- but another couple we'd known through the group arrived about a half-hour later, and we spent the next hour chatting and catching up. We commented (and I said to M's husband too) that it was a shame that it took a funeral to bring us all together again. And as we were leaving, we agreed that we should not wait for the NEXT funeral for another visit!
In the car heading home, dh said, "I'm so glad we went." Me too.
Life is short -- way too short for some. :( Treasure the people you love. Make the effort. You won't regret it.
You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here.