Afterwards, their was a gun salute and bugle. The family then gathered around the jar in order to share what they loved most about the deceased. I didn't know the man well, but hearing his family speak about how he always had a smile and made them smile brought a sense of respect for his life.
It is crazy facing your own mortality, which a funeral inevitably forces you to do. When I'm done with this whacky ride, and all that is left of me is placed in a box, what will I leave behind? You know, other than my rotting remains.
(Zombie apocalypse here I come!)
Ahem. Focusing. Despite my random undead thoughts, I did find myself asking some hard questions.
What would I leave behind if today was my last day?
Was I living a life that would lead to fond memories and inspiration for those who would remember me?
Could I leave in peace, or would I go with many regrets?
In short, the answers to the above questions made for some uncomfortable squirming. But the ability to choose a different way is the beauty of these moments life hands us. I can make a better life.
A better today.
A better tomorrow.
A better me.
I choose to chase my impossible dreams. I choose to hold my family a little closer and love them deeper. I choose to be me despite my imperfections. I choose to eat my salad and my ice cream. I choose to laugh with life. I only get one so I might as well make it the Best. One. Ever!
Have a fantastic today and tomorrow!