Honor, Respect, Remember

I attended a Celebration of Life earlier this week. It was small and intimate and authentic. So often we are afraid to say it like it is. Yet here in a setting which we came together to Honor, Respect and Remember that’s what happened. The first words out of the daughter were we had a complicated relationship and sometimes you were a bitch.

Raw, real and authentic. We got to know the mother warts and all. She led an extraordinary life 88 years, the good the bad and ugly and the journey in between. What a journey it was.

When I go, hopefully at least 30 years from now. I want people telling it like it is, that I did a lot of good for the world, that I could and was a real shit.

We do our best at all times, mistakes happen, we are all flawed, have warts and the best part is we have people to hold us accountable and that all actions have consequences. I want to be challenged, I want to be called on my bullshit. This a good thing.

Earlier in my life I was not called on my bullshit and thus thought I could get away with whatever I wanted. I was a real entitled shit. The sad part is I had nothing to feel entitled about. I know better now and so does my support network. You know who you are and I thank you.

I am glad I found a different way, with beautiful, supportive people who have shown that there is a different way. Life is lived between the dash 1964-

Enjoy, make the most of it and make a positive difference.