It's not everyday that I pick up a newspaper and read the obituaries for the day. Yet, everyday there is a new face printed in the newspaper with a life story of who died. Today, 18 new (or "old") faces showed up in today's printing. Everyone has a different life story. Some people are old, some people are rather young. Some people have owned and operated businesses, worked hard in factories all of their life, enjoyed hobbies such as cabin making or wildlife, and some have had the pleasure to stay at home. Even, some, have not a description of all, except of the death and the age.
These people, all so different are actually all so common. They have faces, they have bodies, they have an amount of time they've been allotted here on earth, and the strongest thing of all: they all died, today.
Everyone who has ever lived long enough to see the beauty of life has run into the realization of the fact of death. A lot of us don't like to talk about. It's preferred shoved beneath the many cold steel shelves in our brains. Yet, we embrace it at one point or another.
Today, I had the opportunity to embrace this facet of life, or rather death today as I read the newspaper. The obituaries pulled at my interests as it's a reminder that we are all human, and despite our differences, we all have a lot in common. I think the biggest thing I saw is that most of us, at the center of us all, have "me" in the middle of our lives. There was rarely an obituary wrote about a person who was not selfish, or who lived their lives for other people.
The pondering question then is, "What will you be remembered for?"
Ghandi
Mother Teresa
Apostle Paul
