Today John and I attended the funeral service of a dear friend’s husband. He was 71 years old and died in his sleep after spending a day mountain climbing. His last words were, “I’m the happiest man alive. I’ve just summited a beautiful mountain.”
He was in great shape. He ran 20 marathons, and in 2008 which was his last, was the fastest runner for his age group.
He was a devoted father and husband. He engaged in his community. He served our country in the Navy. He spoke out against injustices. He worked hard and made his family feel secure.
Funerals are very sad occasions. I don’t look forward to them. However, I like learning new things about the person being eulogized by family and friends. I also find myself moved by the way they lived their lives and the impact they had on others.
In this case, I find myself inspired to be a strong role model for my daughter, Avery. Our friend’s husband was an inspiration to his daughters. They attended the same university as him. They were athletic like him. They are pursuing their own dreams like him.
What touched me most about his daughters’ eulogy (they did it together) was how they said they felt secure knowing he would always be there loving them for the rest of their lives.
When I die, I hope I’m doing something I love. I hope I’m content with my life’s accomplishments. I hope my husband and daughter are healthy and thriving. And most importantly, I hope I inspire my children.
