A funeral…

A funeral…

I always see these days now as an opportunity to re-tune into loss. To revisit the thoughts that saturated my mind when death touched my world, took hold of it, changed it, and altered my perspective on simply… everything.

This one was a traditional black-jacket affair. A celebration of 78 years well lived, filled with love, purpose and joy.

This remarkable lady had twelve grandchildren. Twelve opportunities to make memories, to pass on wisdom and, in the end, to teach them one final lesson.

A short illness gave her the gift of time to speak to them all.

Her message?

Fill your life with purpose, love and joy. ❤️

As tears came, I found myself thinking about those of us carrying messages from parents who will never meet any grandchildren. We keep their stories safe, holding them gently, ready to one day pass that love on in different ways.

And on my own “to do” list, if life grants me the privilege, is this…

To make sure that any grandchildren who grace my life grow up knowing all about their Grandad in Heaven. ❤️