Anyway, I arrived about ten minutes late, afraid I missed something. I did. The memorial candles had been lit, the proceeds had begun. And I have to say, this was an amazing service...a real celebration of life.
I didn't know the woman who passed away, but I do know her son and daughter-in-law. I went because I wanted to be there for them. But, amazingly, I came away glad for me, my myself, for having gone. It was a peek inside a family where love and respect is king. I found myself envying them. And it was the first time in a while that I didn't find myself wondering about my own funeral, about whether anyone would come. No, I didn't think about that at all. I just found myself meditating on what love is, what family is, what it means to live a full, satisfying life. I found it this afternoon at this sharing of memories and family that love can get you through most anything. There is nothing like the true love of a spouse, a parent, a grandparent, a friend. It was truly lovely to see it manifest in what was a life well lived. I am inspired to think that someday the same will be said of us all.