Reflection

A few days ago, I attended the funeral of my boss’s father. I watched a grown man cry. A real man’s man. I watched another man get down on his knees and pray while sobbing uncontrollably. I listened to women speak out about their father and about how happy they were that he died so peacefully in his favorite chair while sleeping.

I didn’t know the man very well. I’d only met him a handful of times, all of which were during holiday dinners. To say he knew who I was would be a lie. But that didn’t stop me from shedding real tears as they spoke about him. It didn’t stop me from feeling real sadness as I listened to story after story about how amazing he was.

After the funeral, I began reflecting on the important relationships I’ve developed during my life. Relationships as a child, in high school, during my marriage, after I had RJ, former and current coworkers, as well as physical relationships with the opposite sex. Some left me bitter and some knocked me on my a**, but every one of them taught me a lesson. But what I often wonder, is what type of impression I left on their lives.

With all that being said, there are a few people from my past I don’t think about. And I’d like to leave it that way.  :-)