Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Today, Juanita and I went to the memorial service of a friend we have known for many years. He had passed away unexpectedly from a heart attack. Ken and his wife had been part of our lives and loves for about 25 years, and as friendships sometimes go, we still FELT close, even though we were seeing each other maybe one or two times a year.
When his friends and family went up to say a few words, they spoke for everyone who knew the man.
Strong in his faith.
A good friend.
It was the type of service that makes one take stock of one's own life. What will people say about me when I pass? Not that I expect to die. I haven't so far...
What would I hope people say at my service?
Loved his friends and family.
Strong, even if quiet in his faith.
Enjoyed his time with animals, and seemed to have a way with at least SOME of them.
Enjoyed talking to people and learning their stories.
Enjoyed making people laugh.
But what I most hope someone says at my funeral...
Look! He moved!
(We miss you Ken)