I was wrong.
Yesterday at 2:15pm I told Heidi that funerals are not for me. I believe that those that go to them need the closure, and while it is a good thing, it does very little for me.
The Hughes men learned a long time ago that it is better to take care of the family during times of distress. We take those feelings, put them in a container, and place them on a shelf and then go about the business of taking care of things. My wife’s family have always worried that such actions could lead to an emotional break. For anyone that knows me, I have always considered life something to look at from the sunny side, so this is just a normal way of dealing with crisis for me.
In the congregation of people were many that I know were there not for themselves and not for the deceased. That only leaves only one reason for their attendance — me and my family. It was a selfless act of compassion and concern. It was not their words but their very presence that moved me in a way I cannot describe, nor be able to express my true appreciation for.
The time we spend together on this earth is very short. We move around seeking things that will make us happy. Or maybe we do not. Those in attendance seem to understand something that I have not taken to heart all these many years. The greatest use of your time on this earth is to share it with others.
To Todd & Trina, John & Karen, John & Colleen, Carl & Sharon, Bruce, Gary, Eric, and Rick — thank you for your time and support. Thank you for your friendship. Most importantly, thank you so much for this life lesson.