Today I went to the funeral of a young man, 23 years old. I’ve known him all his life, I knew his mother all her life and I’ve known his grandparents, on his mother’s side, since their wedding! Kevin’s mom died of cancer when he was just a little boy. Now he died of cancer. As I looked at his body lying there, I wanted to reach out and touch him. I didn’t of course, but he looked so beautiful and he looked like he was only sleeping.
It was a nice funeral, as funeral’s go. We believe Kevin is with Jesus and with his mom. That’s great. It makes such a difference when there is hope of eternal life. The music was beautiful, a little too loud, but beautiful. I would love to have a copy of a poem that was read. It was so good and so personal to Kevin. I have a feeling it was written just for him, although it wasn’t said. The minister was good.That’s got to be a hard job but he did good. I was impressed.
Another reminder to live my life to the fullest and always be ready…we don’t know when life will come to an abrupt ending. It can happen in the twinkling of an eye…at 76, 98 or 23.
So goes another day…all in the day of me.