Monday, February 1, 2010
Don't worry, be happy
I love memorial services. Usually they take place long enough after the death of a loved (or liked) one so that the initial grief, guilt, shock, whatever, has worn off. Essentially, memorials are story hour, all with the same main character—though often the narrator reveals as much about him- or herself as about the protagonist. And always, always, there's a takeaway lesson. Yesterday's memorial service for AW, with whom I worked at the cancer hotline, was all about conquering insecurities and living zestfully. Work hard, play hard. Have fun!