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If you (or I) were driving through a strange town and noticed a funeral,
would we stop for mourning?
I am so thankfull that I had the chance to get reaquainted with Cathy
last
fall at our class reunion. A person lives on only in the hearts of those
still living. When we attend class reunions, how often to we say to ourselves
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot
about so and so"? These are people that we spent
4, 6 or even 12 years getting to know. We all grow old physically,
but it is these memories that keep us young in spirit. I really feel
sorry
for those that miss out on these chances to get reaquainted. How often in
life do we really get to know someone as well as those we go grew up with?
(ending a sentence with a preposition - Miss.
Reddemen would not like this).
In 1996 I had a heart attack and required open heart surgery. At the time
I remember thinking "What if I had died? Would my class mates remember me
well
enough to even mourn for me? Would I live on in their hearts?"
Funny what thoughts pass through your mind at times like this. You only live
on in the hearts of those who remember you.
How awful
it would be to die and be forgotten.
Each time a classmate, a friend, or a family member dies they take a
small piece of us with them and and we keep a small piece of them with us.
Without this death
would be just that - death.
I for one am glad that I am able to mourn Cathy's death
- She will live on in my heart.
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