Lately, I’ve been to more celebrations of life than I can count. At first, I found them hard. But now, I see something profoundly beautiful in them.
They aren’t just a substitute for funerals. They’re a chance to remember the real person, not just how they died, but how they lived. Stories are shared. Photos passed around. People laugh, cry, hug, and reflect. And no matter the life led, the message is almost always the same: “They were loved. They made a difference. They mattered.”
Sometimes people worry that these events only paint a rosy picture. Maybe they do. But that’s not a flaw, it’s a form of emotional survival. In our memories, we hold onto the parts that gave us joy and meaning. That nostalgia connects us, and gives us something to carry forward.
And if you’re thinking about your own legacy, take heart in this: You don’t need to impress everyone. The best endings don’t leave people simply happy, they leave them touched, reflective, maybe even changed.
So, live for the connections that count. Be kind when you can. Laugh with people you love. Because when it’s your celebration someday, that’s what they’ll remember.
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