Today’s Summer Solstice, the first day of summer and the longest day of the year, will be a little longer for some. Today my sister-in-law buried her oldest son. What should have been a day to celebrate the beginning of summer, instead was a day of mourning.
At the graveside service, the officiant quoted from the third chapter of Ecclesiastes. This version is from the New Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition (NRSVCE).
3 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
7 a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
While there may be some wisdom in these words, the loss of a child upsets the order of things. For everything there is a season… a time to die for us all. Parents want that time to be before our children. Time will bring acceptance and healing. Until then, we allow ourselves to grieve the untimely passing of Zachary Rausch, gone too soon.