This week we attended the funeral for two people. A 6 year old boy from our parish and my 87 year old grandmother. The funerals were very different. But one thing was clear. Everyone has a purpose. Everyone has an impact. God is in charge.
My grandma lived a long full life leaving 3 children, 7 grandchildren, and 19 great-grandchildren. I look at my own kids and marvel at the fact that neither they (nor I) would be here right now if it weren't for her. She was one of the sweetest, quietest people I ever knew. Before stopping for a visit, my kids would always remind me to buy her some chocolate covered raisins. She loved chocolate :) When she moved to a nursing hom a bit farther away, our trips became less frequent (this I am sad about). But, my kids enjoyed going to the nursing home and playing piano music for her and she would just watch everyone and smile. She was hard of hearing, and hard to hear, but her smile said it all.
Peter, age 6, wasn't even supposed to survive. He was born with Trisomy 18 and his parents had to fight for medical care after his birth - the same medical care a "normal" child would have received without question. They were told his life wouldn't really amount to anything. Well, they were wrong. Peter laughed. Peter smiled. Peter had an impact on everyone around him. His mom started www.prenatalpartnersforlife.org. so that other families with adverse prenatal diagnosis could receive the love and support they need. Peter will not be forgotten. The world is a better place because of him.
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