grandpa butler's funeral.
1:00 PM Wednesday we celebrated the life of Grandpa Butler, my husband’s
grandpa. It’s strange to know he’s not here with us anymore, but
it is peaceful to know that he is not forever separated from us.
It caused me so much pain to watch Wilma bury her spouse of almost 64
years, his children say goodbye to the father they adore, his grandchildren lose their friend and mentor, and it made me think a lot about life and death—and send me into a
slight panic over the people I love and how to better show the deep love I
have for them. I have been lucky enough to fill my life with beautiful
people, and I know my love for them will not stop at death. If you look at
any culture, any religion, any time in history, you’ll see a strong
belief in an afterlife and personal spiritual experiences. That fact to me means that death is not the end,
and that no matter what you believe, there is something on the other
side. And it brings me a lot of peace knowing that my time with everyone
is not temporary.
There were so many wonderful things said about Grandpa Butler at his funeral, and it was perfect. It also encouraged everyone to live a life, like his, full of things worth remembering. Things that make a difference. Those things don’t have to be big or grand, though lots of his were, but I think the most important work we can do is show love to others in simple, everyday ways. To be loyal to family and friends, and to always be kind. Kindness leaves a strong legacy, and the funeral really reminded me of that—and inspired me. Thank you for living a wonderful life Grandpa Butler, I’m lucky to have known you.
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Danielle, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love you
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