The Funeral

I went to a funeral today of a friend of my husband's. His name was Paul. It was a beautiful affair. It was very sedate and Paul left a legacy of kindness behind that was shared with everyone. Oh, he wasn't perfect by any means. But he was loved and you could see that.
They had his life depicted in photos and antitdotes shared by all those in attendance. It left me feeling a bit lonely for such a coveted spot in the hearts of those left behind. How I hope that someday I might be remembered in such a good light. However, what was more important to me was that this man had given his life to Christ and was assured of a heavenly home.
I guess these are two of the most important things in life: to be loved and accepted by family here on earth and to have a home awaiting in the heavenlies.
Now that is a lovely security, isn't it? I am glad I went today.

It has been growing me in this need to rekindle familial interests and bondings as I have neglected them. This man's wife and children, his sisters and brothers, some in wheelchairs, some so teary they couldn't speak all reminded me of the wonderful family I have. I don't get to see them all the time but I realized today I don't want to wait until its at my funeral and there I am in some wooden box. I am eager for the spring and plans for a reunion of sorts. I am eager to see the faces I love, to hold them, and tell them so, and to touch their flesh while I am still warm, able to love and give.