As we sat in the funeral for the young man I mentioned yesterday, I looked around at the overflowing chapel, and wondered at the influence of a young boy, whom some -- perhaps many -- in the congregation may never have personally known.
Brian's close friends and family.
Those, like us, who know his family.
Those who were inspired by his faith and courage.
We were all there today, and we all wept -- with sorrow for the loss, and with quiet joy for a life well lived, in sixteen short years.
I also thought, as I sat there, what a gift it would be to see your own funeral -- to see the great celebration of your life, by those who love and know you best. Maybe, if we gave more thought to the way we would be remembered, we would give more thought to the way we live.
We usually think of the choice experiences of life as happy experiences. It would be untrue to say that today was a happy experience, the loss is still too close.
But, to be there...
To feel the influence and spirit of this young man, as it radiated through every person in that chapel, was one of the choice experiences of my life.