I was at a funeral today.
36 yo mother of 2 kids, one just born a few months ago.
She was a patient of mine and wife to a friend from a long time ago.
I’m trying to make sense of this. Strong images haunt my mind.
A little boy helping the men carry the coffin. I cried.
A little girl talking to the crowd about the mother she loved but died.
Simple words but carrying such strong emotions that i think a few hundred people cried. A father crying with a beautiful baby in his arms. I cried again.
A family symbolically saying goodbye by letting 2 doves take flight together. I cried again.
I was not close to this person yet i felt touched by the sorrows of this family.
I shed tears for them and it made me feel more human.
I think that such events help me realize how fragile life is and how lucky we are to be alive and healthy.
I love my family. I love my child. I love my friends.
I hope to have the privilege to do so for a long time.
Originally posted on Facebook, September 18, 2012
Martin Pham Dinh 