RIP

Almost two weeks ago, one of my friends' dad died.  He was a really awesome man.  He touched many lives.  I had the opportunity to sing at his funeral, and I was amazed by how many people showed up.  Everyone had a great thing to say about him, and I know that the Ken Selch they portrayed was the real man, and not some fond memory.  He made an impact on everyone he knew, and he sealed it with a smile. 

Of course, this made me reflect.  How will I be remembered when I die?  What if I died tomorrow?  Would people attend my funeral?  Would they have good things to say?  Have I left any semblance of a legacy in the 'lone and dreary world?' Who will remember me when I'm gone?

Every day is precious, and I really take my life for granted.  When was the last time that I touched someone's life?  What did I do today that could make a difference? 

Ever since I read Speaker for the Dead by Orson Scott Card, I have wanted the truth told at my funeral.  I want people to talk bad about me if there is something bad to be said.  I don't want sugar coating.  I want people to go away from my funeral remembering me for who I have been during this life and not who they wished I had been. Sometimes the truth hurts, but I want those that I have hurt to be healed.  I want those that didn't know to know.  I want my life unveiled. 

I only hope that I can lead a life as full of purpose and love as that of Ken Selch.