I went to a funeral today that was a paradox. It was absolutely one of the saddest I have ever attended, the pain and loss was unbearable to watch on the faces of those left behind to grieve for a life that ended far too soon.

But it was also one of the most inspiring scenes I have ever witnessed, the show of love and solidarity, the support, the memories of a man that was well and truly beloved, the memories that glided by on the screen of family, friends, brothers-in-arms, co-workers, showing a man that touched the lives of all he met.

I saw the silk steel spine in a young girl that did something many adults cannot. She stood up and proclaimed her love, admiration and gratitude to her daddy before a room that was packed to overflowing. I felt the shiver I always feel when I see a flag folded and the solemn presentation to a loving wife, who faces a future without the love of her life, her soul mate.

I watched a man who grew up with my own sons, that has become the strong head of his family. I saw all these things, and I am changed forever, knowing even more than ever, that we should all hold those dear to you a little tighter, speak a little kinder, make sure the memories others have of you are good ones, and savor each moment, for you never know if it will be the last.

 

Marsha Phillips

Lockhart