I returned home from my uncle’s visitation and was reflecting on his amazing life. He was 55 years young when he transitioned on Sunday and will be missed by many. As I was sitting at the visitation watching people come in and move through the room and look at the photos I watched the grief fall from many faces. In a moment I remembered that my uncle would want us to wipe our tears and celebrate. I knew he certainly was!
I shifted my focus and for the time remaining I asked others, “what is your favorite memory?” Some were puzzled by my question; some really lit up and were excited to share. The thing I most enjoyed about this time was learning more about the man I only knew as my uncle. Yet he had so many other names: friend, riding buddy, brother, brother-in-law, Harley brother, great-uncle, friend of a friend, husband’s best friend. It was in these moments that what we really want is the memory. We want something to hold onto.
My favorite memory was the scary movies he always used to trick me into watching! He knew I would be terrified and he giggled all the way through it! Then, I would go to bed and wake up scared and he would be in the living room awake ~ knowing I would come to him. He was a gentle giant. Loved my many. A friend of many.
Take time today to stop and breathe for a moment. Stop and realize this amazing gift you have been given. It’s called LIFE. As we know, there is no dress rehearsal. This is it!
And remember . . .
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” ~Dr. Seuss
Dedicated to my beloved Uncle Luther.