Friday, January 12, 2007
Life is not for the faint of heart.
This past week has not been easy.
Attending two funerals in one week, at two ends of the spectrum, certainly makes one pause and ponder life, time, meaning, and whatever is it all about.
The first funeral was for a 2nd cousin, who lived to be 100 years old. A sweet woman who loved and was loved by her family, who died with all her faculties. She was tired and ready to go.
The second funeral was for a 49 year old friend. A husband, father, athlete, business man, who simply had a massive heart attack in his sleep.
Hundreds of people attended the service. Wives whose hearts were aching with the question "what if I were her?". Husbands whose faces had written all over them, "wow, could that be me?".
Hundreds of people simply stunned with the shocking death of one so vital and young.
How to make sense of it.
I am not a big believer in destiny, or the theory there is a reason for everything. There is no reason a wife and children should experience the death of a husband, father too soon.
I, simply believe, that everyone dies, the time and circumstances different for each of us.
The job for those of us left behind, is to honor the dead, as well as ourselves, by continuing to make the best of our lives.
Sometimes that's just plain hard.
But I will wake up, start again, and make sure I do the best I can to honor those that go before me...
and honor the life I have been given.