This past weekend was Davis' funeral. Brady and his family all spoke and it was moving, beautiful, and compelling. The adoration and support was in the room thick and tangible- both for Davis and for his friends and family. I don't know that I've ever been to a funeral where so many tears were shed- by believers and non-believers alike. The tributes were genuine- sometimes funny, sometimes touching. Many talked about lessons learned from Davis' life- the way he developed his talents and natural abilities, how he persevered, and how he touched people with his soft heart. Because of the circumstances, hard things were also conveyed- about dealing with depression and mental illness, the dangers of masking our pains, and the unspoken lesson to be empathetic to those who hurt. I left the service wanting to be a more thoughtful, deliberate, developed, and charitable person. I found the service healing, I hope Davis would've too.
My belief is that as Davis is liberated from his physical constraints and psychological pains, he will see things that were beyond his vision here. I hope he'll see that despite deep wounds, that there is relief. That even though at times he felt alone, that he had a network of support. That despite clouds of darkness, that there is so, so much light. I hope he felt the pride his family had for him and that he felt proud himself. If Davis peaked into his funeral he would've seen row after row of people with their hearts bursting of love. I hope that glimpse was motivating for him- it was for me.
