The end

My parents house sits across from a cemetery. In the summer, the line of trees divides the residential street from the plots. In the winter, the trees allow full view of burials. They wake you up. Seeing funeral processions once a month (sometimes more) really reminds you to live each day to it's fullest.

Today, as always, a burial occurred with all the family and friends filling up the small cemetery. After it was over people lingered for a bit and then went their separate ways. The hurst usually brings up the back in the string of cars.

However, this afternoon was different. The hurst made one last stop at the casket, while the procession was exiting. A grieving husband climbed out, with an elementary-aged daughter in hand. The two were weeping and leaning on each other for support. Together they kissed the love of their life goodbye one last time.

It made one thing loud and clear...unconditional love is the BEST thing to give during your life. Be you a teacher, professional football player, model, factory worker...leaving your family with the knowledge that you loved them as much as you could, as long as you could...is where the heart is after everything is said and done.

I don't know who was in that casket...but she was loved by her family and in the end that is really all that matters.