We went to a funeral today of a 91 year old man. We didn't know him, had never met him, but he was the beloved father of one of our friends from church.
I, unlike most people, like funerals. No, I am not some macabre person who likes death, but instead, I like funerals because they are so full of positive sentiments. Granted, everyone cries, but you cry for different reasons. Today I cried because it reminds me that my dad died over a decade ago and has missed so much of our life since then. I cried for Mark and his family, who now mourn their loved one. Nice things are said about the deceased and families are gathered together that might not have gathered in a while. I cry because I know sooner than later that I will be planning a funeral for my mom (who is perfectly healthy at the moment) and want to give her a lovely send-off to heaven.
There was beautiful music in church and there is nothing like a talented duo of perfectly pitched voices singing The Prayer.
I often think of what might be said at my funeral. Do I live my life in a way that wonderful things will be said about me when I die? I hope so. But, mostly I hope that I live my life to please God, to make him proud of me.
A few years ago we went to a wedding and in the priest's homily he was speaking to the couple getting married and he told them how to prioritize their life. He gave them this list and I refer to it often...
The Important Things in Life
5. Extended Family
7. Hobbies (Obviously this priest was not a quilter and had his priorities just a bit mixed up...but you get the idea.)
So today, I am rethinking a few things and reminding myself why I am on this earth.
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