This weekend was filled with a juxtaposition of life.
On Saturday, I hosted a baby shower for my new nephew who will be entering this world in February. The joy that comes from the anticipation of a new life is palpable.
On Sunday, I went to a memorial of a man I loved.
Above you see pictured my brother-in-law and his father. A year ago we were told that Tony probably wouldn't have a year to live. To find out a healthy and vibrant father, husband, grandfather and friend will deteriorate rapidly is a hard thing to face. His death leaves a hole.
The beauty of how he passed must be shared. The morning of New Years Eve my brother-in-law decided to read his dad the 23 Psalm. As he was reading, Tony's breathing began to change. Moments after the words, "...and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever," he went to be with his Savior.
A memorial is a celebration of life. It makes you reflect on the life you want to live. To know first hand and then hear stories about who he was as a father made me want to breathe more life into my own parenting.
Here are some of the qualities I want to emulate:
* I want to be a mom who doesn't give up on her children.
* Joy, laughter and fun need to be a larger component of my character.
* Learning to take a deep interest in others makes a big difference in this world.
* I want to be a woman of strength for my children.
* I desire to invest in my children's interests, making my presence and support known.
* I want to inspire others on this journey of life.
There is nothing like a memorial to remind you of the kind of legacy you want to leave.
