what I wore celebrating a life

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Last week I lost a friend and this past weekend her friends, family and people from the community came together to celebrate her life.

It was sad but hopeful. There were tears but laughter. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced. There was hula hooping at the funeral! Such a testament to the joy with which she lived her life. She would have been proud, she would have laughed.

A few of my old coworkers came up with the idea to wear pink. It was Nicole's favorite color and it is also symbolic of breast cancer which was how this journey started.

I will admit, it felt strange getting dressed and putting on hot pink, but I know she would have loved it.

There were pink ties, shirts, socks... We all got dressed that day with someone very special in mind. I hope we did you proud.

This is what I wore to say 'see you later' to my friend:

pink and black

Even in her passing, Nicole brought color and positivity to the world. The sea of pink just reminded us all that we need to continue her legacy of optimism, of hope.

I woke up this morning (Monday) determined. Determined to seize the day, to celebrate the life I have been given. Yesterday (Sunday) was such a sad yet beautiful reminder of how fleeting this life is and what a gift we have.

Happy Wednesday friends, I hope you're having a colorful week!

I'm going to leave you with a reading from the funeral in hopes it will inspire you as much as it has me:

​The Dash
by Linda Ellis copyright 1996

​I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of birth
and spoke the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
​the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before. 

If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

​So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?