polish funeral

polish funeral

Today I went to my friend Mark’s dad’s funeral. A polish funeral in Los Angeles. Not a single word of english. One more thing I never thought to experience. It goes without saying that it was a very sad experience. There really weren’t a lot of people at the funeral and my friend Mark asked me to be one of the pallbearer. Here I am, carrying a dead man to his grave. A man I have never met before in my life. But…I am really grateful for getting the chance to do this for Mark. If there is one thing I learnt today, it is the fact that funerals are not just about the people who died. Just as much, they are about the people who are left behind. Wifes, sons, daughters and great friends. It is a celebration of life for the dead being. But in my eyes, it’s also a sign of support and love for the ones left behind. I would like to thank Mark for giving me the opportunity to learn this lesson.

Make sure to show your appreciaton to the ones you love. And try to love the ones you don’t. Life really is too short to carry anything but love in your heart.