The past month has been a whirlwind of unfortunate events. My uncle passed away and now my best friend's mom. I'm sure there are some people who deal with death well. I just happen to not be one of them. I shut down, disappear for a while and take a hard look at my life.
The day of my uncle's funeral, my thoughts were flooded with memories of him. How he was the first one to tell me I was a Queen, how he always had some cool story to tell from his days as a radio DJ and how excited he was when I went to Africa, He was my cool uncle. I then started to think about how even when he started getting sick from his diabetes he was still my cool uncle but for much bigger reasons now. He was always full of life and positive energy. If anyone deserved to have a pity party it could've and should've been him, but he never did. He lived his life to the fullest and continues to teach me lesson in his absence.
So now I've been thinking, when I die, will people be able to say I really lived? No, I don't live my life with the intention that hopefully someone will say something good about me but it really makes you think. I hate how death is such a wake up call for everything. To get healthy, to reach out to love ones more and to make sure you're living your life to the fullest.
I don't plan on being buried, I want to share my ashes with the world... literally. But I do hope that people wear brightly colored outfits and festive hats because that's way more fun and far less depressing than wearing black. And that's how I want to be remembered. Always looking on the bright side, searching for a silver lining.
Life is just as much about the lives of the people you touch in the process of reaching your destiny. The two are fiercely intertwined.
The day of my uncle's funeral, my thoughts were flooded with memories of him. How he was the first one to tell me I was a Queen, how he always had some cool story to tell from his days as a radio DJ and how excited he was when I went to Africa, He was my cool uncle. I then started to think about how even when he started getting sick from his diabetes he was still my cool uncle but for much bigger reasons now. He was always full of life and positive energy. If anyone deserved to have a pity party it could've and should've been him, but he never did. He lived his life to the fullest and continues to teach me lesson in his absence.
So now I've been thinking, when I die, will people be able to say I really lived? No, I don't live my life with the intention that hopefully someone will say something good about me but it really makes you think. I hate how death is such a wake up call for everything. To get healthy, to reach out to love ones more and to make sure you're living your life to the fullest.
I don't plan on being buried, I want to share my ashes with the world... literally. But I do hope that people wear brightly colored outfits and festive hats because that's way more fun and far less depressing than wearing black. And that's how I want to be remembered. Always looking on the bright side, searching for a silver lining.
Life is just as much about the lives of the people you touch in the process of reaching your destiny. The two are fiercely intertwined.
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