I read this some where and i can't remember where it was but i just love it and i read it over and over...
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn everything worth mourning. The broken laughs, the empty hearts, the secret tears and the ones who don't love us back. There will always be that one girl wearing green among the black dresses and the other women might stick up their noses but deep down they all know she's the only one there who knows herself. Everyone wants to be in-love on Christmas, and not the kind of love that's special like getting dressed up to see a play down town, but the kind of love that's special like snow on your birthday, when your birthday's in July.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the un-mailed letter's and the lonely Decembers. The child ask; does it ever go away? They're asking about the heartache and you know better than to lie so you answer truthfully and you say, no, it doesn't ever go away. One day you're jumping in puddles and the next thing you know 30 years have passed and you're telling your kids to walk around them. Everyone is taught to look both ways before crossing the street and to talk quietly in the library, but no one ever learns anything that matters, like how to keep breathing when your heart breaks in two.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to remember what it's like to be alone and listen to the silence as the casket is lowered and the mother starts to cry and the aunts try to comfort her and the father doesn't cry and no one tries to comfort him. Then the silence shatters like a thousand pieces of paper ripping in half and the day you danced in front of the three-way mirror seems like a lifetime ago as the father starts to cry, no one knows what to do.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the loss of yet another empty soul for whom which death was the only way out.
(I'm sorry i don't know who wrote this but who ever it was awesome job!!!)
