This is a recent photo from my grandfather’s funeral in Turkey. In it, you can see my mother, grandmother, and four aunts. I debated sharing this, but ultimately i think its a beautiful image and felt deeply called to do so.
Although they are grieving & it breaks my heart to see them do so, this picture brings me a profound sense of peace and acceptance. Oddly, there is beauty in death. There is beauty in the transiency of life. Knowing that all is temporary, and simply being here right now is a gift. There is beauty in family standing together to mourn and celebrate someone’s life.
I wish I could’ve been there to be a part of this with my family. I wish I could’ve more deeply mourned and experienced the unique traditions of my culture that follow someone’s loss...But above all, I find peace in knowing that souls are infinite and do not need to be mourned.
I love you grandpa, thank you for being the only man who never hurt me or upset me in anyway, even small. I’ll always carry that with me. Hope you’re better, wherever you are. ❤️🕊