In the past two years, I've attended five funerals and/or memorial services.
Is this the price of growing old? Funerals & memorials? Emotionally draining remembrances?
All of these funerals were for people who I would state unequivocally were good people, some of the best people I have ever been privileged to know.
And all of them died much too young, none of them being older than 57.
None of these people died from CoVid-19.
I miss each and every one of them.
This past Sunday I attended the funeral service for a man I'd known for about 24 years. I was among close to 200 people in the small chapel.
Two hundred people who had been touched by his gregarious nature, his kindness, his dead-pan humor, his sense of adventure, his commitment to his family, and so much more.
The world needs more people like him, not fewer.
No comments:
Post a Comment