Yesterday, the family attended a family funeral. My wife’s uncle passed away last week from a number of health issues. He was 81 years old. His first great grandchild was there. She is 4 months old. However, his daughter was not at the funeral because she lost her battle with cancer earlier this year.
Now, stay with me here, this is going to get sad for a little while. I started to think about all the funerals I have attended. Thought about all the people I had lost in my life, and how each person’s death was different.
During her freshman year, a former student was killed by a drunk driver.
My friend and former principal suffered a fatal heart attack.
As I listened to the service, I pondered how fragile life is. We all know that death is part of our lives. We do not know how we will die. We do not know the day. But we know death is part of the deal.
I started to reflect on the state of our culture, on the state of our world, and I wondered how we ever let life get to this point. I couldn’t wrap my heart around what is happening in our world.
“Love is the only rational act.” Morrie Schwarts
Only the family attended the burial ceremony. I held my wife’s hand. My four daughters and second son stood around us. Family.
Life is fragile. Love is strong. The world may fall apart but love will stand and rebuild when needed.
I know I will die. I don’t know when. I don’t know how. Could be any number of ways. What I do know is that today I can love, and that makes sense to me.