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BY everything that is right and good, Helen Penner’s life should have been celebrated with singing.

Singing was a passion for her and her late husband John, and they ensured their eight children found their melodic voices at an early age. The kids grew up singing in church, blending their voices in the four-part harmony that is traditional in their religious denomination. The gift was passed from generation to generation, and Helen and John’s 23 grandchildren and 18 great-grandchildren were also encouraged musically from a young age. Old enough to talk, old enough to sing your part.

When Helen passed away on Nov. 14, there was only silence where singing should have been. Pandemic restrictions muzzled her family and friends, preventing them from gathering to pay their respects in the way that would be most fitting.

The Penner clan is certainly not alone in its powerlessness to grieve properly. Approximately 900 people die in Manitoba every month, from a variety of causes, and each deceased person has a circle of family and friends who are now prevented from coming together to process the loss.

Death rituals of all different cultures and faiths vary in many ways, but all involve family and friends uniting in person to grieve collectively and find strength in each other. It’s as if the death of someone close to us is too big a blow to absorb alone.

The current ban on in-person gatherings of more than five people has prompted some alternatives, such as livestreaming religious services and sending virtual condolences, but those makeshift substitutes are cold comfort compared to sharing real hugs and real tears.

The Penners gave me permission to write about Helen, using their family as a reminder of what is lost when communities can’t gather to say goodbye to a loved one. Had it been allowed, Helen’s funeral would have been heartwarming. Douglas Mennonite Church, which was her hub of spiritual and social life, would have been packed. It would have gone like this:

Before entering the sanctuary, mourners would have had the opportunity to console Helen’s large family in the foyer of the North Kildonan church with handshakes, hugs, murmured words of support and shared sobs.

People, most dressed in black, would have arrived at least 30 minutes early to get one of the 370 places in the sanctuary — they would come early even though they knew wooden pews get uncomfortable after long sitting — because they didn’t want to be among the latecomers relegated to the basement, where the overflow crowd could only watch the funeral on a video feed.

The funeral would have started when the coffin bearing Helen’s body was wheeled slowly to the altar, with her immediate family walking solemnly behind to the pews reserved for them at the front of the church. A few family members would have spoken from a microphone at the front, recounting Helen’s life story. A pastor would have preached a message of hope and gratitude for Helen’s life.

The service would have been rich with congregational singing as hundreds of mourners opened their hearts to sing for one of their own. How they would have sung! They would have sung their grief, sung their support for the Penner family, sung their inner trepidation as the service reminded them that their own turn in a coffin is coming up.

With the walls still resounding from the closing hymn, everyone would have been invited to an adjoining room for a light meal called faspa. Aproned church ladies — working out of the same kitchen in which Helen had volunteered countless times — would have served sandwiches, borscht soup and a type of fruit pie called platz. After the meal, people would have been invited to an open microphone to share memories of Helen, and many stories would have been light-hearted. Listeners would have laughed and cried, letting loose their emotions because they felt safe among church family.

The funeral and its intricate customs would have been of no benefit to Helen, of course. She has already transitioned to the destination she had long anticipated. The ceremony and the display of communal support was all aimed at her family and friends.

The American cultural anthropologist Ernest Becker, author of the 1974 Pulitzer Prize-winning work The Denial of Death, said a vital role of culture is to help us deal with the end of our lives. He said "the basic motivation for human behaviour is our biological need to control our basic anxiety, to deny the terror of death."

Yes, gatherings must be restricted to stop the spread of COVID-19. But some of us rue the necessity of denying Manitobans our traditional ways of confronting the terror of death.

carl.degurse@freepress.mb.ca

Carl DeGurse is a member of the Free Press editorial board.

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