Funerals

My good friend Cam's grandpa died last week.  He said that they saw it coming because he wasn't doing very well.  But the grief was still evident in his face for a couple days.  

I went to his wake and funeral, and as funerals tend to do, it made me think about my own life.  Cam's uncle gave the eulogy and said that Grandpa Ray's life is marked more by his actions than his words.  I want to be remembered for that too.  

It also made me think of the event of my funeral.  I don't want just one person to speak, I want everybody to.  Not in a mandatory way, but similar to an open mic night, I want people to share as they feel led.  And I want pictures.  I have a lot of them.  I want my pictures displayed for people to see and take home.  

This is a strange thing to write about but I feel more comfortable having said what I'd like to have done.  In the past I just kind of assumed people could read my mind or imagine what I'd want.  Now its written for all to see.  Which means I'll never have to write about this again.