On Saturday, I went to a funeral. It was the first time in my life that I have gone to a funeral of someone who was close to my age. Someone who I knew. My Godbrother lost his fight with ALS last week and his homegoing service was on Saturday. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I haven’t been to a funeral( with the exception of 1) in over 20 years. I don’t do funerals. But he was my parents’ first godchild. His parents basically adopted me as a godchild when they became godparents of my younger brother. They are my parents best friends. There was no way NOT to go.
Funerals have a way of changing your priorities in life. They have a way of showing you what’s important. And I realized that all the little things for the past month or so that have been bothering me or anoying me, really don’t mean a thing. I’ve got my health. I’ve got my family. I’ve got life. I’ve got love.
Shouldn’t that be enough?
The one good thing about funerals is that they bring people together. I saw people who I haven’t seen since I was a child, and people I only talk to on instgram and Facebook.
And I finally got to take a selfie with my parents.
Hillarious I tell you. The first one, Daddy didn’t smile.
Mommy said “Smile Kenneth. Or say Cheese.”
He gave her a look and said “Shit.”
It was a small thing. But it made us laugh. Including him.
Laughter is the best medicine.
Like I said in the beginning of this post, it’s about priorities.
I’ve decided that laughter is one of them.
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