My best mate’s brother died of esophageal melanoma on Tuesday aged 47. Funny how he will always be Ian’s little brother to me because that is how he was when we were growing up. He leaves behind his wife and two kids and memories of a good husband, father and brother.
I am reminded of some words said by
They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.
Kevin’s funeral will be on Monday.
I always reflect on a couple of things at times like this. Firstly, the Canadian scientist and geneticist David Suzuki says in his book The Sacred Balance:
Every breath is a sacrament, an affirmation of our connection with all other living things, a renewal of our link with our ancestors and a contribution to generations yet to come. Our breath is a part of life’s breath, the ocean of air that envelops Earth. Unique in the solar system, air is both the creator and the creation of life itself.
He talks about a molecular immortality, that the stuff we are made of readily exchanges with the people we meet and the places we go. So those of us who knew Kevin all have a lttle bit of him in us.
The second thing is an old Mexican Indian proverb that talks about us dying three deaths -
- The first is when our spirit leaves our body,
- The second where our body leaves the site of mortal men and
- The third and final time is when our name is last spoken by those who knew and loved us.