Yellerman with a riderless saddle - cowboy boots turned backwards in the stirrups - shiny black, antique, mule drawn, hearse - it seemed there were cowboy hats in every other clasped hand; and well worn boots kicked the damp grounds as family and friend, one by one, dropped earth from Charlies field onto the lowered casket. Even the sky was heavy. I didn't know Charley, but I cried.
Why is that?
I had to do this last weekend too. I need to be reminded of what's important in life once in a while, but two weekends in a row! I want to be well loved and well remembered. I want to have it said of me that she lived her life to the fullest - loved everyone and was generous with her time and resources - especially with her heart. Maybe that's what gets me. Maybe I start wondering about my own life and how it's been lived. Maybe I begin to reflect on whether or not I have been as generous with my heart as other's have been to me. Maybe I need to stop thinking and start being. Being more present - more generous - more compassionate - more devoted to something other than myself.
Ok, I don't like to cry, but today was a good day. I reflected and made some determinations - now, by the Grace of God...
King Solomon said it was better to go to a funeral than a party! Whew! Not me! But I do see his point - I really do, this time.
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