This is one of Honeyman's bits of wisdom.
I think the older we get, the more true it is.
When I was younger, I went to sooo many funerals that death just never phased me like some people.
It was just a part of life.
People are born.
It just happens.
It is sad, but that is how it is.
My dad's side of the family is pretty large.
He was born #4 out of 14 children.
Both of his parents came from large families too.
So, there were always people going toward the light.
Nobody likes funerals.
I hated them.
If it was family I went.
I didn't know them or maybe even who they were.
But, I went.
As I have gotten older, death hits me more.
I don't know if it is because Kiddo almost died.
I don't know if it is realizing my parents are old and the end will be only a matter of time.
My father has emphysema and high blood pressure that does not want to be controlled.
It makes me sad.
Saturday I went to a family gathering for an uncle that passed a week ago.
He didn't want a funeral of any kind.
So, we had a picnic.
It was really nice to see and talk to family that I haven't seen for a very long time.
It was also sad to think that it might not be so long before this is done again.
I really truly believe the lesson in people dying is that we need to show the people we love that we care.
Not one of us is given a set amount of time on this earth.
And no one should ever forget that.