reflection

In the midst of the hacking lungs and the feverish packing I attended the funeral for Kate P's dad today. Funerals are difficult for me (really, who likes funerals?) but i did well today, not totally embarassing myself with over-the-top blubbering and balling. I have found myself, however, pensive this afternoon. I'm at an age where it occurs to me that sooner rather than later i will have to do this for my parents. I think about how i have friends that i've known for 15, 20, 25 or 30 years, how those people will eventually pass and how i would describe my love for them - what stories i would tell at their wakes. I wonder who will survive me, who will mourn my passing. I wonder if i am living a life worthy of an eloquent eulogy. (Jason did a fine job for Kate's dad) I find myself thoughtful, but inspired to live a fuller life. To be a better person.