We start life as a tiny zygote and a mystical spark of life they claim. For three score and years ten is the span of men the Bible claims. Then lay we down we must and join back into the dust. Foe none of us is there absolute certainly. I choose to believe in a loving God and something meaningful to do with my hear after, although breaking 100 for 50 holes would encourage a good few rounds of ale at ye old tap room in the sky.
My friend’s dear wife passed a couple of weeks ago. It was expected after her diagnosis but I have to say that I’ve been to few memorials as uplifting and inspiring. Her brother, children and last and definitely not least my friend her husband who was appropriately emotional. I don’t think we’ve missed an important day in each other’s lives and we didn’t miss this one.
She choose to live that last year with true gusto and with no faltering or excuses. Ever travellers they ran up the millage on her passport a little more.
It was, as the best of these things are, a celebration of her life, and a definition of her memory we can carry with us into the future even without her bright and intelligent soul to light the way.
Fair thee well sweet soul
My Gifted Life 