This is not a saying, that I am aware of, but it ought to be. We went to a friend’s mother’s funeral today, and there were babies there, being babies, reminding you that life goes on, always unaware of death, or the propriety of churches.
Our friend’s mother had neither a ‘good’ or a ‘bad’ death, but sort of a medium one, best case scenarios as you weigh the options, as though we can and chose the best path. Illness, but not as long as it could have dragged out, fairly quick once they decided to step back and have nature take it’s course. She was elderly, but got to meet her first grandbaby. Got to get some things in over. Religious, so not fighting and fearful. Still. Death is felt only by the living, and cracks lives asunder.
This was not the first friend’s parent to pass, but it did seem to herald a shift into it becoming more common in our lives, parents funerals will become more common now. It was a beautiful autumn day, in rural Pennsylvania. Bright skies and changing leaves.