It is sad when you realize that everything is eventually final. We spend our whole lives fighting to make every moment worth it, and if we are lucky it was.
Recently, I have seen so many things become final. It was understandably difficult when my grandfather passed away last January 24. I remember this day because I found out after I was walking out of the My City Summit by YLNI. The funeral was on my birthday. He was my favorite grandparent certainly, but it was hard because he was the last. Somehow I feel as if 30 years old is to young to have no grandparents. I guess I should be lucky because I have friends with no parents. When he passed away, I was lucky enough to be preparing the presentation for the previous two years. He liked to tango on the edge. He learned how to be stubborn from my grandmother. I had the unfortunate pleasure to have the flu that day, but I knew the message I wanted portrayed. My grandfather was a 32nd degree mason and a veteran. He worked his ass off and he deserved an award for surviving with my grandmother. I love her, but you would need to meet her to understand.
Yesterday, I had two circumstances that made things a little more final. My sister arrived at my parents house to give these certificates to all of the grandparents that were in honor of my grandfather. My uncle thought it would be something we would all cherish. The memories were enough to be cherished, but this was good.
The more humorous part of the day was when my little nephew Cal was riding home with me. We were having one of those philosophical debates that only a highly gifted 4 year old and a history nerd could have. My other nephew decided that my mom’s car was now named Mario Yoshi. This made sense because his mom’s car was Blue Yoshi. I remind you that Cal is from a family of transportation gurus. Every man in my family has a certain mode of transportation that they are mildly obsessed over. Cal’s dad work’s for Honda so he can get defensive about cars (even though he is secretly a train guy). Cal was absolutely appalled that these cars had names. It didn’t make sense. Car’s don’t have names because they aren’t real and they aren’t people. I opened my big mouth and said my car is named Marquis de Lafayette. He was a real person and my car is named after him. He didn’t believe that such a stupid name was real. Good old Wikipedia proved him wrong. He was shocked. He went on and on asking me about Lafayette’s life and death. I was very perplexed by this. Why was he so interested in the bad day that he died? My mom informed me after that, that Cal had been obsessed with death since great grandpa died. Great. I changed the subject. Nope. An hour later, he brought it up again. I told him it was a bad day because he had a premonition Justin Bieber would exist in the future. He believed that. He need some proof, but overall it was a save.
It breaks my heart that someone so young can be so confused by death and so impacted. It is my hope and dream that he is able to grow and not fear it. I hope he learns that it is a normal thing and you should live life to the fullest until you are called home.
Yesterday, I also drove past a grave I hadn’t been by in ten years. I think I was still afraid. It was like it symbolized when we all grew up too fast.
Today is like yesterday. I received a call about a wonderful person who passed. I was struck by the last line of the obituary. In keeping to the spirit of how *this person* lived her full and generous life, please consider making a charitable donation to the organization of your choice and passion.
Passion. Live every day with passion, generosity and kindness. Death will come eventually, but maybe we can protect some of that innocence around us with a little positive life.