Celebrate your Loved Ones Life's accomplishments

I went to visit my mom and stepdad's final resting place on Christmas Day, and it was emotional for me. I mean in a matter of four years I lost everyone in my immediate family. I went through the daunting task of going thru my loved ones things and came across a trunk full of accomplishments that my mom and stepdad had over their lifetime. There were diplomas, certificates, letters of recognition old photos, etc Just a cornucopia. of things that just showed what amazing individuals they were.

I thought to myself WOW. Now I knew my mom was amazing of course, but I had said after all that life's work, a disease like dementia can come in and take you away so ruthlessly. My stepdad had a purple heart in the military. One of the last things he said to me that if he passes away know that he had a great life. I'm sure that I don't know half of the accomplishments he had over his lifetime. Look it happens to most of us. We work so hard to accomplish so much, so we can get good jobs, make our family proud, take care of everyone else, or to get to that next plato in life. When your gone it's memories of course, but in this world that we live in it seems like it's just stuff of a life well lived.

Sometimes, people don’t learn the most interesting attributes and experiences about a person until the funeral. So, the while your living celebrating those accomplishments offers a time to really learn about the “whole life” of a person. Today, people lead such splintered lives spread far apart in many cases from their birthplace and their families. It takes a death to unite people from distant locals in one place. Having a celebration today maybe the last time a loved one joins with all those he or she loved and experienced life with and vice versa.

Yes, accomplishments matter in life. They should be celebrated because in death they are important memories but for the person who passed it can no longer serve them but it serves as a part of their legacy. I remember my mom celebrating every one my birthdays until she couldn't remember. she rejoiced at my solos at my dance recital, my accomplishments on my job, my graduation from college, and my first apartmen