As, I mentioned previously, my husband's "uncle" Ed passed away. He was actually my father-in-law's cousin, but my husband regarded him as more of an uncle figure.
We went to the funeral on Friday. It was held at the country club in a nearby town. Odd, but fitting venue.
I must say that for a funeral not of my faith (because my church has the best funerals,) it was the best funeral I have ever been to.
I can sum it up in two words. Humor and Love. Ed was a funny guy. He knew how to tell a joke, how to turn a phrase, how to write a ditty, how to deliver a punchline. The minister wasn't too preachy or too optimistic, and the other speakers talked about Ed's humor, so there was lots of laughter. When his son spoke, the feeling of love in the room was palpable. When his granddaughter spoke on behalf of all of the grandchildren, the feeling continued and was carried on by the friend who spoke. It was incredibly moving.
It has really made me ponder how the choices we make, the little everyday choices, affect the legacy we leave.