到目前为止，参加过三个葬礼。爷爷的，高中班主任的，都是泪眼婆娑。
好象我发的誓都会实现，然后用另一种形式折磨我。比如大一感冒打针，发誓这辈子不再打针，确实没，改吊针了。
中国的叫追悼会，哭的我痛彻心肺，插一句，班主任的追悼会之后不久，我一高中同学跟我说，他妈问那个哭的最凶的是不是我，对我印象很好。第一印象搞定了，就是场景有点奇怪。
因为太伤心，所以也发誓不再看见亲友的生离死别。这一躲就是十好几年。
再一来，却是那么的突然。
头天还笑着说再见，第二天就是阴阳两隔。
四月的天气多雨，知道老外的葬礼是收敛型，不会用哭来强调对亡者的思念。还是噙着泪走进了教堂。去的晚，人太多。
在走廊上听牧师布道。先是念了生平，然后圣经某段，罗马书好象，意思是life is so fragile, yet it is natural,生者当有勇气活下去。然后大家唱一段很优美的歌。
一个小时左右就结束。没在教堂吃饭，我默默的签了名字，拿了小册子。
回家打开，喜欢这段小诗，放进自己的folder.
I'm Still With You
Please don't grieve now that I've left your side
There's a peaceful place where I now reside
My life on earth is gone it's true
But always know I'm still with you
The joys I've had, the love-filled days
The happy moments, in many countless ways
Friendships so special, happiness and sorrows
Makes memories last and bring sunshine tomorrows
God called me sooner and though why, we don't know
There's peace in knowing it was my time to go
When winds gently blow and the sun shines through
Remember I'm free and still with you.
My heart will go on - Flute
