So sad.

So sad but it is so true. The irony of a wake isn’t the death. It’s the spectacle. Because the same phone that never rang to ask, “How are you?”won’t stop ringing today to say, “He passed away.”

And then they show up.

As if someone had opened an invisible door that no one could find while he was alive. The hugs they never gave arrive.

The flowers they never offered.

The kind words they never dared to say when they could still be heard.

Some cry loudly… too loudly.

Not because they miss them,

but because the silence of the coffin/ Urn screams everything they failed to do.

How easy it is to love when they can no longer answer you.How convenient it is to speak well of someone when they can’t remind you of your absence. How simple it is to seem like a GOOD BROTHER , a GOOD UNCLE . A GOOD COUSIN and a GOOD FRIEND… when the only witness no longer breathes.

The truth is uncomfortable, but someone has to say it. Many funerals aren’t filled with love…they’re filled with regret disguised as tears.

And if this makes you uncomfortable…Well, it’s not because it’s cruel. It’s because you know that once, you all promised a visit . You all never did😔🥲.