What does it mean to have another birthday? Get another year older? How can that feel so different from just another year passing when a birthday finds you entering a new decade? I don't know how. What I do know is that it does feel different. Way different.
When does one start thinking about mortality? Does it happen when the generation standing between us and the "end" no longer lives? Or does it happen when we hit a certain number? I'm not sure. I'm just sure that at some point... most of us are giving it some thought.
I wonder with my children living on opposite coasts and hours from me how many times I'll still be able to see them. What if I only visit twice a year? And what if I only live twenty more years? That is 40 visits each. 40. Think about that. Not enough, right???
Time flies. I don't regret being older. For the most part I live life to the fullest. I'm content. And on those occasions when I look back, I wonder if I would change some things if I could. Maybe. Maybe not.
I treasure each day. I treasure each moment with family. I treasure my friends. I treasure each opportunity to laugh. I treasure the rain. I treasure the sun. Do you? Do you stop and smell your "roses"???
We are all in this together. We will all (some day) be simply a memory.
As we age we realize we're really unconcerned whether someone remembers our work, the size of our home, or car. We want our loved ones to remember us for the love we shared.
A celebration of life is now the "new funeral" standard... the "new memorial service's" focus. Have you given thought to how you'd like your life to be honored?
Honor your loved ones with a memorial that keeps giving.