Life is Short

A few weeks ago I was able to attend a funeral for the father of one of Jace's friend's. He was diagnosed with cancer in April and passed away in November at 55. We were not especially close with the family, but Jace really wanted to be there to support his friend.

This man was in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and about half of the choir was at his funeral. They sang multiple musical numbers and filled the chapel with their angelic voices. During those songs, I was struck with how happy he must be, listening to his friends sing praises to his Savior as they celebrated this man's earthly life. Music is incredibly powerful. The spirit was palpable as we listened to them sing. It was a beautiful moment on a difficult day.

As his brothers and sisters spoke of him, there was such love and joy as they shared memories and moments with us. One brother talked about how as their lives had become busy, they had lost touch. He told the audience, "Don't wait until those you love are sick or dying before your reconnect and bond. Sometimes a text is not enough. Be with the ones you love. Support them. Really know them. Really love them."

The last thing that hit home was they way each speaker lovingly spoke of his kind and generous heart. He was a peacemaker and full of love, always willing to serve or share a smile. They talked about his humility...he worked most of his life for Deseret Industries, he was never going to be rich or famous or well known, but he shared his love and all he had with those around him. In the end, that is all the matters. The stake center was full to the stage with people whom he had touched along the way. I imagine he looked down at a life well lived. 

I was incredibly grateful to be at the funeral...grateful for my own life and the time I have here on earth and grateful for the fresh perspective I gained as I learned more about what it means to really live.