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    Thursday, July 21, 2016
    I don't know if you've ever had this experience.

    You go to a funeral. You yourself didn't know the deceased very well, maybe not at all, but you go for one reason or another; maybe your partner was connected in some way with the person who died. Maybe the deceased was the spouse of someone you worked with, or someone your parents knew. At any rate, there you are.

    You find yourself looking around, feeling mildly concerned but detached (you don't have an emotional investment in this event). The service begins. Everyone who speaks has one or more personal anecdotes about how good/gifted/caring this person was. Eventually, you yourself start to weep because of the grief of others and because you realize the world has lost a good and caring person that it could not afford to spare.

    This happened to me today. The wife of one of my co-workers, who had struggled with a long and difficult illness, passed away a few days ago. From everything I heard today, she had a gift for connecting with people (a gift I myself do not have) and cared immensely about her family.

    As I sat there, I speculated for awhile about who would attend my funeral, and then I thought this. If I could accomplish as much as this woman accomplished, and bring a near-stranger to tears at my funeral because of a sense of loss, I would have lived a good life.

    I don't know whether that will ever happen, but I need to try.




    I went to the funeral of M's father, because I didn't think anyone from The Firm was going - and I was right. I, too, found myself crying. My husband was perplexed. M & I have never been close, just 2 docs who share the same specialty. I'd never met the dad at all. But, the emotion was powerful. It had been years since my dad had died, not a fresh wound. Don't recall if my mom was still living, but she may have been. If you are sensate, you feel & react to the emotion

    My friend, don't sell yourself short. If you couldn't connect with people, you couldn't feel the emotion. I think you bury it, so as to protect yourself.

    Hey, I promise to cry at your funeral - - - if you promise to cry at mine. :^)


    By Blogger samross, at July 21, 2016 at 7:37 PM  

    I had that exact experience.

    By Blogger paul kennedy, at July 27, 2016 at 7:53 PM  

    or perhaps here

    By Blogger paul kennedy, at July 27, 2016 at 7:56 PM  

    We all die one day. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

    By Blogger Unknown, at June 14, 2017 at 1:38 AM  

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