Today is very sad day for me. A very, very dear friend lost her battle with cancer on Monday. Her funeral is today. Nana, and everyone called her that, always brought a smile to face. Just seeing her would light up my day. She had this infectious joy about her; you couldn’t help smiling and laughing once you saw her.
The funeral is in a few hours. I miss her terribly already. I know she’s not in pain anymore, but still the thought of never seeing her again is one filled with regret and self-pity.
I just recently finished watching an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where the crew holds a memorial service for a fallen comrade. The reason this episode sticks in mind is because Data asks if missed the purpose of the gathering. His thoughts weren’t on the comrade but on himself and how much he would miss his friend. Captain Picard tells him he didn’t miss the point and he’s right. Funerals aren’t for the dead; they are a chance for the living to say their goodbyes.
So…goodbye, Nana. You will be sorely missed. I only hope I can learn from your example and be filled with as much joy, happiness, love and energy when I’m in my eighties.
