Last week, I found myself getting dressed to go to the funeral of a very young and very great person.
I think there's a special, horrible feeling in your gut that only doing so can bring.
The church was packed and I stood in the back and was able to see all the faces of all the people who loved this young man. Everybody cried, everybody laughed, everybody talked about what a wonderful person he was. (I know nobody will ever show-up at a funeral and say otherwise, but this time was different.)
I realized that even if you had less than 40 years to live, when you have a standing room funeral, filled with laughter and tears, you've lived those years right. No matter what.
I have spent a lot of time and energy over the past several years worrying about insignificant things and people that don't deserve it. I don't want to worry about all of that anymore. I just want to be the kind of person that is so loved and nobody has a bad thing to say about. That's all I want...
I won't say my cousin's death put things into perspective, because that's kinda trite...but it is something like perspective. I think about how everybody was talking about how this guy was always smiling, even though he spent the past 9 years of his life diagnosed with a terminal illness...and, is it that easy? That simple to just smile and be happy as much as possible?
I'll leave the "perspective" to those "starving children in China" lectures.
It's more along the lines of, "If we're going to be going through something really rough...illness, unemployment, divorce, etc. etc. etc."...how much different would it be if we could go through it all with a smile on our face?
I think I am going to remember this every day of my life.