Thoughts on death. . . no, on Life.

"Death comes unexpectedly!"

In my family this quote from the movie Pollyanna (the preacher's sermon) has always been uttered for comical effect, unfortunately, recent events have changed the timbre of these words, leading more toward introspection and serious reflection upon life.

When loved ones are taken from us suddenly and unexpectedly, especially at a very young age, we are often led to question things, sometimes even things that we have never doubted before. I think this is natural. I think this gives us an opportunity to reevaluate where we are individually, and even to reflect upon what we each are doing to fulfill our purpose here on earth. I attended a funeral this weekend for an uncle and his two daughters. He was only 38, and they were 4 and 8. Though the circumstances were tragic, I couldn't help but be amazed at the outpouring of love and support from the community, the strength of those family members left behind, and the Spirit of comfort that prevailed throughout. There were hundreds of people crowded into the building for the funeral, a powerful representation of the effect these young lives have had upon those around them. The whole experience taught me a vivid lesson about what is really important in life. Our relationships with others of God's children are probably some of the most important things that we can focus our time and efforts on. And in all reality that is all that it takes, time and effort. People skills can be developed, comfort zones can be altered, and awkwardness can be overcome -- but even if they aren't, others recognize when we are sincere and willing to put time and effort into the relationship. This leads to increased trust and a greater sense of community.

Being a part of the events this weekend gave me the opportunity to ponder on where I'm at. What do I value? Where do I spend my time? How have I helped others? What will I be remembered for? (Admittedly, that last one may seem a little selfish, but take it in the light of what has been mentioned previously, and the whole funeral concept, and I think it is a powerful question to consider.) As I was dwelling on these ideas I recalled something I read on a bulletin board once, attributed to Jack London:

“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”

These words really struck me when I first read them, and once again as I pondered upon the lives of those we honored. What a powerful message. Live every moment, make the most of every day. Imagine what life could be!