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I was reading an article about 2,000 Nebraskans attending the funeral of a Vietnam veteran. The report said he had no known family. And asked the public to attend. Lovely gesture.

This fellow served our country and deserved a proper goodbye.

Drumroll. Marching in my little girl idealism. Hope I never get too old for it.

Wouldn’t it be so beautiful if everyone had a proper goodbye?

Maybe it’s religion, culture and tradition that warps my thinking. We (my people) have wakes, funerals, month’s minds, annual and memorial Masses. All a part of the farewell.

But that is providing that one actually has family and friends who organize the wake and funeral with the mortuary. Will attend the gatherings. Visit the graveside. Remember to contact the church to have Masses said in the decedent’s memory.

What if those people don’t exist?

Not everyone has family. But for those who don’t have family one hopes that there are, at least, friends.

This past Spring, an old work chum named Peter, posted a message, “No one should go alone.”

He wrote, “Don’t put all of your eggs in the “family basket” or you might find yourself alone at the end of the journey. Make sure to put half of your eggs in the “friend basket.” Said it was important to have one person that you can trust. Even if a neighbor or a landlord.

A couple of weeks later, Peter mentioned that it was his tenant, Bob, he was referring to in the previous post. Said that Bob earned his wings. He had been renting from Peter for three years. Bob became an instant friend and the family soon called him, “Uncle Bob.” Peter’s grandchildren would check on him, send up the mail or newspaper to him.

Uncle Bob was a bachelor and eighty-nine years old when he died. Only survivor was an elderly sister in Delaware.

Peter said that he and his wife would be attending a memorial service for Bob the following week. Wanted to make sure there were at least two people attending Bob’s funeral. ­čśŽ

He immediately got lots of comments from his Facebook friends saying how sorry they were for his loss. No one noted or seemed to pick up on the fact that Peter would be the only person attending this man’s funeral.

I was in Delhi preparing to come back home for the summer. I also chimed in and told Peter I was sorry for his loss and if I were back in the U.S.A. I would surely join him at the memorial service. He said, as of that moment, the only attendees would be the undertaker, the lawyer (will), Peter and his wife.

That made me so very sad. He told me the date of the service. I would have some jet lag, for sure, but I thought I could make it.

I showed up at the cemetery that morning. Joined Peter, his wife, the undertaker and the lawyer in saying goodbye to a stranger. Who also happened to be a fellow human being.

Wouldn’t it be so beautiful if everyone had a proper goodbye?

We’re all just walking each other home.

 

 

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I am mostly a positive person. I do like to share the good stuff.

Don’t want to be that person who is surrounded by a little black cloud. No one wants to be Pig-Pen.

There are people out there who no one wants to see coming. Ever.

But if I have a concern or thought I do pass it along. Always. ┬áBecause I can’t help myself. I’m fifty one years old. If I’m thinking it then it’s going to spew out at some point.

This is how I operate.

If I send the head of school a note about a security concern I might have I will then follow it up (not the next day) with a commendation on a recent talk or event. Or praise for somethings that’s fixed.

I think about things like this.

There are a few folks that only hear about problems.

My landlord being one.

I totally understand that is a landlord’s domain. Problems to be fixed.

I only send her a text when there is a leak, the lift (elevator) is not working or some other issue in the home.

So, I sent her a message the other day.

“Hi! Hope all is well. All good here!”

Fingers crossed that I wasn’t jinxing myself.

She happily responded, “Great to hear!”

All was good with her because she was in Marbella with no heat, humidity or haze. And I wasn’t.

But she was really so happy to get a text from me just saying all was well.

My thought is that we should really think about our communications. All of them.

 

 

 

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