Caleb is with Julie

My wife and I went to the funeral of a distant cousin on the Moulds side.Caleb Russell Genson was a Young man of 14. I recall hearing of the struggles he was having with a rare form of cancer. I was reminded of JULIE'S several rounds knocking the Cancer down for nine seconds in the ring and getting some remission. Caleb only had seven months to fight it.

I am blessed to have had 45 years with my sister Julie. I was gazing at Caleb's casket and saw this young root of a man. The Cancer had sucked all of the youth out of his body. I just could not fathom the suffering he had in his last days. Then remembering Ann Arbor Michigan, I was reliving it again. Hundreds of Mould's descendants crawled out of the woodwork for his visitation. The Moulds family always sticks together in times of crisis.

I have been waiting for the right time to write about this moment. Death is never the same twice. My wife and I remember seeing Caleb as a baby and a child at family gatherings. He was always happy and full of laughter. Caleb is a great grand son of my great uncle John. Uncle John has been on the death bed several times. John has had his last rights said to him three times I heard. I found it ironic that this hard living man, my dad's brother- uncle has too witness all this after he has been close several times.

Sue and I hugged Charlie Moulds his Grand father as we went to the visitation, the tears were overwelming, he gave me a squeeze I will never forget, I really think he needed the family their. Sue and I looked at the photo's on the wall and the video tribute on the screen. I could not stand up anymore.

I sat in the middle of the parlor listening to the sound of sadness and the felt at peace.

I was envious for Caleb's with Julie and all the other people who we love.. Maybe as we were on this Earth below, Caleb is with Julie and Grandmother and Grandfather, and all for the distant cousins as above. They are celebrating a new arrival without the pains of Cancer. We on this Earth feel the pain of Cancer, as we look at photos of those who have gone before us. I do not know what is worse , witnessing the slow fade of Death in are loved ones,or experiencing it.