again. In phone conversation with big bro (yeah, my actual older sibling) this week end learned that a friend died in a freak accident last week. I met this person; he was a good man and his death is tragic. At 62 he wasn't very young, but there were probably many years left. I don't understand what the widow is experiencing; I've not been through death of a spouse. I'm guessing nothing can make it better. This helps me see that I never understood what Mama went through when Daddy died suddently, unexpectedly, too young at 60. I lost my daddy; she lost her life-long mate.
Friends and family are really important after a loss; how thankful I feel for loved ones that support me in rough times. I'm grateful for good laughs, sometimes when it was easier to cry. And those friends who understood my warped sense of humor was getting me past bumps in the road.
I may see the widow when I'm visiting bro in future; I hope I can remember something cheerful or funny about her late spouse, something that made me smile. He did make folk smile; that's pretty darn important.
Not wishing to be morbid, but these experiences remind us of our own mortality. I hope when I pass on, the children and friends and family will share the silly or funny things I did or said. Tell about something that made them smile or laugh; remember that I was happy. And realize that sharing the world with them was wonderful for me.
Gee, wish I had a copy of Louis Armstrong's It's a Wonderful World? I'd like to play that right now.
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