Today was my uncle funeral. It was a very emotional day. I cried... and laughed... and cried some more.... but I know he is much happier that way... He was not happy without his beloved wife with whom he spent some 55 years...
My uncle had told every one that when he died, he wanted a single white rose... as a result, he got dozens of them... and he shared with us. The above picture is one of those rose.
The only thing I want to add, is that the poem below was read at the funeral and I know it resonated with him... and it does with me too. I want to share it with you guys and in turn hope you'll share too!
I could not find who actually wrote it as the Internet attributes it to 3 different authors... but in any case, it is lovely and thank you to the author.
The paradox of time
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, yet more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; big men and small character; steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce; fancier houses but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Who will share? Who will hit delete?
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love&peace,
nath
xox
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