Three Funerals and a Wedding: A Personal Reflection

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The film Four Weddings and a Funeral premiered the same year I graduated from college, and I remember wishing I could dive right into that charming world. It showcased awkward British singles navigating the intricate maze of love and loss during extravagant social events, all while staying in castles and cozy pubs. Hugh Grant was at his quirky, bumbling best before his infamous scandal, surrounded by a cast that blurred the lines between friends and family. At that time, it felt like the perfect representation of ordinary folks grappling with the extraordinary emotions of love and heartbreak.

Fast forward over twenty years, and I find myself happily married to my own floppy-haired prince charming (no scandals here, as far as I know!). We have three wonderful kids, a big, boisterous extended family that brings us endless joy and just the right amount of chaos, along with a supportive circle of friends both old and new who fill our lives with laughter. If I had to describe our life in movie terms, it would be like My Big Fat Greek Wedding—Egyptian style meets Steel Magnolias—Midwestern flair, with a sprinkle of Toy Story for good measure!

Last week, however, my wish to step into the world of Four Weddings and a Funeral almost came true—just in reverse. In an unexpected twist of fate, I had to attend three funerals and a wedding all within five days. First, I learned that a friend’s mother, who had been ill for a while, passed away. Just two days later, another friend lost her mother after a courageous fight with Alzheimer’s. The following day, I heard that a former colleague’s wife had died. I found myself dreading the thought of logging into Facebook; my newsfeed was stuck on a heart-wrenching loop.

To say that the week was peculiar is an understatement; it felt more like a plot twist in a bad rom-com. I spent my days shuttling the kids to swim practice and vacation Bible school, scrambling to finish my work, and then slipping out of my mom attire—shorts and a T-shirt—into a simple black dress as soon as my husband got home. As I prepared to say goodbye to two daughters who were now mothers themselves, I felt my heart swell when my little girl hugged me tightly and said, “Come right back, Mama.”

In one of the most surreal moments of the week, we actually stopped at the third funeral on our way to the wedding. In less than an hour, we witnessed one man pledge to love, honor, and cherish until death do they part while another man mourned the loss of that very same promise. It was a circle of life that would have even Mufasa feeling dizzy!

As I sat hand in hand with my husband at the wedding, I realized I hadn’t attended many funerals in my life. Most of my relatives who passed away lived overseas. Growing up, my parents lost close friends, but those funerals were always adult events—not something we discussed around kids. My culture excels at celebrating love; we adore it. This was clear from the 500-plus guests (a typical turnout for our community) who gathered to feast, drink, and celebrate the happy couple. We excel at weddings, engagements, and baby showers—but loss? That’s another story.

Recently, I’ve attended funerals labeled as “Celebrations of Life.” It’s a challenging concept for me because when grief envelops our community, everything turns dark. Laughter is rare, and there’s hardly any light in those moments. In funeral homes, silence reigns, interrupted only by tears and fervent prayers. Traditionally, widows and close family members wear black for an entire year after a loved one’s passing, sometimes for the rest of their lives. Perhaps when you love fully, the loss leaves a wound too profound to heal. But can love and loss coexist?

Rumi, the poet, believed sorrow and joy are intertwined. He wrote, “Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.” This quote resonated with me after experiencing three funerals and a wedding. The morning after the last event, I attended church with my family, where my youngest insisted we light a candle. Holding his hand, we touched a match to a new wick, and his face lit up as the flame danced to life. It was reminiscent of that moment when your favorite film comes to life on the big screen—where light and darkness intertwine, even if just for a moment.

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In summary, life is a blend of love and loss, joy and sorrow, much like the weddings and funerals we navigate. Each experience shapes us, reminding us of the beauty and fragility of life.