The Lost Words
The other day, I was reading an obituary for a sweet soul that was taken, from my vantage point, far too soon. As I sat in quiet reflection, I began to contemplate the words that he might have said if he was given the opportunity to address the people at his own funeral. Would his words be filled with counsel of leaving things undone, unsaid or spending too much time worrying about things beyond ones control ? Would they be filled with thanks, like an Oscar Award winner, professing love and gratitude to all? Or would they be filled with no words at all, just warm embraces and soft kisses to those left behind? I tend to lea n towards thinking it would be the latter . I believe that a million words cannot express the emotions of t he touch of love, but what happens when we have neither ? T o re-ask it like the late J immy Ruffin, "What becomes of the broken - hearted . Who had love that's now departed?" The pain in th is lyric is clear, but if I was to be