Last week, my Uncle Frank died at the age of 91...only 3 days past his birthday. I am so grateful that we were able to see him enjoy that day of balloons, and his favorite strawberry shortcake. He seemed truly happy and at peace. As I wrote his eulogy I reflected on his life and I believe that he really had a good one. He enjoyed his job, married someone he loved and remained devoted to, and grew to be self-confident in his later years.
To sum up a life of 91 years is daunting. How do you add up the accomplishments, joys, pains and disappointments? How do you really do justice to what a person means to their family? Seeing his remaining possessions in plastic bags really hit home. We are all not meant to be on this earth forever. We are flowers that fade and eventually we become dust. Sure, that's depressing, but it's real. It is, however, in the smile that crosses a loved one"s face at the mention of our name that endures. If our name becomes a blessing, then our time here on earth had meaning beyond the years we were here. So, Uncle Frank, your name will become a blessing.... Rest in Peace my dear Uncle.
