Unfortunately, instead of doing my normal Saturday morning routine of cleaning, laundry and the gym, I attended a memorial service for my sister's father in law. Although I didn't known him well, he seemed like a great person. He was a medical doctor, professor and he did lots of volunteer work in various countries. I cried for him. When I go to funerals, it oftentimes brings back memories of my own fathers funeral ten years ago. It hurts. I hate death.
Going to funerals reminds me to make the most of my own life. I try to be a good person and make my mark on this world to the best of my abilities. There are so many opinions on what happens to humans when they die, I have enough faith to believe that there is something more, maybe it's even better on the other side. But we should embrace our lives now. And make sure we share every moment the good, and the not so good with the people who love us.
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