Connections

Jeff and I went to the funeral today. Ken Borges was excellent father, brother, and friend. He at the age of 45, died to soon. He died a fighter living 9 years through an illness the doctors believed would have killed him in 9 months.

An honorable man, he deserved a worthy funeral with loved ones celebrating his life. He received that today. The priest today shared some powerful ideas. Often at a gathering such as a funeral words are spoken about the love one living on through the people they leave behind. Today the priest explained that this does exist because of the connections we make with loved ones. These connections endure as memories. The remembrance of these happy times can fill our hearts and keep those near to us, even if they aren't with us. I felt like those words were so comforting. I have been to a few celebrations of life, and I don't think I've ever heard it so simple. Maybe I wasn't ready to receive the words at the time, but I feel like I truly believed them today. I know Ken will live through all the connections he made and people he touched. Especially through James, Ashley and Keagon.