The "line"

Attending funerals is probably one of the more difficult things a person has to deal with in their life… Unfortunately for me, I have been attending funerals since I was a little kid.  It started with my Grandfather, Aunts and uncles, Nonna, Dad, Paternal Grandmother, Godfather, and many other family members and some friends. I have already been to 2 of them this year.  It doesn’t get any easier… Ever. 

Last week as I was sitting at my cousin’s funeral, something was said that caught my attention.   There were many random thoughts going through my head to keep from crying,  as Msgr. M. was in the middle of giving his mass, and he told us; “it comes down to the "line" between the date you are born and the date you die - how are you going to live that "line?”

The "line" between the date you are born and the date you die is life and how you live it… It made me think; what kind of eulogy would be given at my funeral?  Would they say “she loved to laugh and her laugh was infectious” or “she lived her life to the fullest”?  What would my “line” say…  I guess that would be a better question.   

I am inspired by that comment and I have been thinking about it for days… I not only want to be content with the way I lived my “line”, but I also want to make my loved ones proud about the way my “line” was lived.  

I will be concentrating on that from now on…. So look out “line”  here I come! How are you going to live your "line"????

Good or Evil... you decide

What do you do when every bone in your body tells you that someone is no good?  Do you share your feelings, keep it to yourself, watch and learn, or do you just wait, sit back and let the shit storm begin?

In this particular instance, I did a little bit of all of them.  I shared my feelings with friends and family and the comments I received were not always nice… a couple of people stated that my observations were warranted. On the other hand, I was told by some that I was being bitter, jealous and that I needed to relax and to get over it and not let it bother me.  Well my observations were validated over the last few weeks; I am happy to know that my intuition was spot on and I can still be a good judge of character.  Damn good.  

Looking back, I had been exposed to evil years earlier and it was in the form of an abusive relationship… I also learned that what didn’t kill me, made me stronger; totally cliché but so true.  Truthfully, those rough few years made me hone my skills and see people for who they truly are… good or evil.  

Evil may be a harsh word, but I think certain actions are just that… for instance; not complying to a dying persons wish, when all they need to do is bring their infant to visit them, especially when they had been asked to do so repeatedly.  It makes me want to scream… “It is not about you, and you need to realize that.”  But to keep peace, I don’t.   

I have a feeling that things will come to a head this week, because it has nowhere to go and I am absolutely fed up with tiptoe-ing around as not to anger anyone or to stir the pot… well my wooden spoon is at the ready, let the pot stirring begin.