Bad Day

Well, today was a pretty crummy day. It started out good, we had our grandma, two aunts and a cousin up for the night visiting. We shopped in the morning then went to Cheesecake Factory for lunch.

We then attended a funeral talk for a friends father. He died at the age of 59. We did not know him personally but wish we had. He was spoken of as a wonderful person. Not in the way after you die -everyone says nice things way-, but a sincerely beautiful way. He was a humble, patient and spiritual man. This in the sense that he made material sacrifices and personal sacrifices because it was the right thing to do. He was a great father of two girls and was married to his wife for 34 years. Despite hardships that we all experience through life, he never wavered in his faith and made very humble decisions for his family. Even two weeks before his cancer won, he was still planning for his parents to be taken care of when he would be gone.

As you can see, we learned a lot about the kind of person he was. Not what kind of degree he had or house he lived in. He was a good example of how to look at our life.

We then found out that a friend of ours, Brandon that we had known for many years was shot in a hunting accident today. He was 30 years old. He leaves behind a young son and 1 year old baby girl and of course his wife. We went to the wake for our friends father and when we got there saw the best friend of Brandon sitting there, obviously with no knowledge of the news we were just told. John took him aside and told him the news. I was outside when he and his wife found out and it was truly heartbreaking. They were in each others weddings and in fact, he had just been helping him yesterday with some work around his house. It was a really sad day. We then saw two accidents and a near miss accident right in front of us on the way home.

To be honest, I think it is amazing that any of us have lived this long.

I know people say different things when people die, so here is my turn. It is a fact that people have memories that will fail in time and soon we will be forgotten by people, just an old picture with our name and date scribbled on the back. It is nice to know that the one that created us has a memory that does not fail. I hope that he remembers me when the time comes. Guess I better get busy, so I am not forgotten.