"Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow."
~ from the song, 'Yellow' by Coldplay
It's been a surreal week.
This week a friend from school passed away. The last time I saw him was at our last 25 year high school reunion which I helped organise, nearly six years ago. Who would have thought.
Today, myself and fellow Springwood State High School, Class of '85 friends, Andrew Reddich, Kelly Foulds, and Hilary, attended Micheal's funeral representing his friends of SHS Class of '85. I felt so small and far away.
Micheal was 47 years old.
The service today was amazingly beautiful. What an amazing, generous, kind and beautiful person he was. Exactly how I had always remembered him. I am so honoured to have been there today to be witness to the amazing outpouring of love of his children and his family and friends.
I didn't know Micheal particularly well, and after today I wish I would have known Micheal more. But he was just one of those people from school who stuck in my mind and my heart. You know those kind of people...when you think of them, you feel happiness (and he was a bit of a larrikin too). Someone who instills a sense of peace and calm
Some people just have that something. It only takes a moment, but the memory of some people just sticks with you.
Thanks to Kelly Foulds for letting me know. I appreciate your thoughtfulness so I could pass on the sad news onto all of those of the Class of '85. There have been many who have been touched deeply by his parting.
So this week I've been a little of a mess. Micheal's passing has coincided with some life decisions about being more present, especially with my family and daughter. It's these events that smack you in the face and shake you up. Every moment of every day takes on a new importance, and you begin to question whether you're doing enough to make the most of this short time you have left.
Lots of words were spoken today about Micheal's amazing attitude, even in his deepest pain. So I leave you with a poem (below) called 'The Dash Poem' by Linda Ellis, that was read out by one of his sisters. Something to ponder upon.
May you live long, love long and prosper!
* P.S. A few pics of the wreath given on behalf of the SHS Class of '85 and friends. Special thanks to Jane from Bloomin' Marvellous Florist in Beenleigh for creating this so thoughtfully and at short notice. xox
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her 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 she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
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.
~ Linda Ellis