Everybody knows that I’m against death. But I’m not against funerals.
Funerals are great. People fondly and passionately talk about a loved one. Many are crying. What’s not to love? Only that someone died.
So, I would like us to begin lunerals – funerals while we still live.
Same stuff: Thanking, admiring, praising someone so well that there’s not a dry eye in the room. We all need to hear what difference we made in others’ lives and to the world at large. And that, despite all meanness, nastiness, and criticism around, appreciation, love, and gratefulness exist.
A sort of a lifetime-award birthday party.
Why wait till someone is dead?
Do we really need the drama of death to pour out our hearts?
If it’s a celebration of a life, let’s do it while we still live.
This may have added meaning for those determined to never die.
Yesterday my younger brother died. I’m glad we had a chance to say goodbye and thank you. And joke. And reassure each other. A mini luneral.