Yesterday my friend went to the lake with her extended family and some family friends. A group of them caught a ton of fish and cooked it up. They ate GOOD. There was music and singing, pictures and videos, and a couple kegs. And oh yeah, it was a memorial service.
My friend's uncle passed away and this is how they mourned, how they celebrated his life. He was an outdoors man and fishing was his favorite way to spend his time. I've heard people say that when they go, they don't want a funeral, they want a party. It seems that memorial service was the best of both--there was laughter and crying, togetherness, memories remembered and memories made. What could better represent LIFE? It touched me to hear about it.