I attended the funeral for one of my best friend’s daughter yesterday, see was fourteen when she past away. It is so difficult to accept such an early ending to one’s life; she was a beautiful young person. Her father wrote the eulogy, it was remarkable. It was a reflection of his love for his daughter and the wonderful time they spent together. It captured so much of her personality, and the great loss he was going through. He also included a tribute to her mother and to her brother who at the time was eight years old. There was not a dry eye in the service at the end of the eulogy; mostly everyone could ponder the loss as it relates to them. I myself have a fifteen year old daughter, she is everything to me. I am able to see her parents in her and herself as an individual as she evolves into her own person. I do not even try to relate, the very thought is too much to comprehend. My heart goes out to my dear friend and his family for such an enormous loss.
As I traveled back from the services, it struck me as odd as I contemplated the sayings that people - more specifically myself - which people choose to live by. My saying is “death is good for your practice.” It is all about appreciating how delicate life is and focusing your daily awareness as a result. What struck me as so odd was prior to yesterday it made so much sense to me, but after yesterday it was just words. It was just a comfort blanket that I intellectually wrapped myself in. The confrontation of hugging my friend and feeling his pain for a brief moment as he cried on my shoulder made me realize that the words, the saying, would not prepare me for a similar reality. Maybe I should not be prepared for such a tragedy, I am still pondering that thought.
The gift that I did receive from the experience was the continued reminder to love as best capable one can. Not only the ones that mean the most to me, but to as many as I can. Life is so much easier when one can love, such less resistance. Then when life goes away, which it will for all of us, there is less baggage to carry and more gifts for others. I hugged my wife hard this morning as I reminded myself how lucky I really am. To have someone who cares about me and to have someone to care for is a true blessing. I have many to care for and many who care about me, I am truly blessed.
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