Final Farewells are hard to swallow

Today was the last of the 7-day prayer meeting for A. Aggie, and to commerate it (for the lack of a better term) we had praise and worship followed by the prayer meet itself and finally some light refreshments. It was quite nicely done, but the saddest thing of all, I felt, was that we were saying our final farewells to her.

For those of you who don't know, she was my dad's sister, and one of the most jovial and cheerful, tireless person I ever knew. She never failed to crack a joke, to take life by all it's fullness and pour it into spots that needed filling. When the prayers mentioned her as a person who gave up her life for others, I think I can safely say that all of us agreed. In fact, I heard someone say that she was one of the 'hidden' saints, people whom others recognise as being saints, but for some reason they escape the notice of the world.

When you're standing at the gates of Heaven, the only thing left to do would be to comfort your relatives. God Bless and rest her soul. Goodnight everyone. :)