It could have been a wedding. The church decorated with white and purple flowers. The orders of service crisply printed. Every row packed with family and friends. The music group rehearsed and ready to play. The buffet lunch laid out for after the service, with the jazz band booked to perform. She could have come down the aisle on her father’s arm.
As it was, the coffin came in on the shoulders of her brother, her uncles, her cousins. We sang songs that she loved, listened to Bible verses that she loved, heard from many who knew and loved her as they spoke of her life and her passing, of who she was and where she is now. She did not come down the aisle on her father’s arm, but she is wholly home in her Father’s arms.
For, as in Katie’s own words, “Death is a comma, not a full stop.”