The feeling I got at the funeral was that I missed out on knowing someone very special

Tim
We did not know Cameron, never met him, but know his mother.
We went to his funeral on a sunny Saturday. I saw his long body lying in a wooden casket, some of his things on top, a crown, a tennis shoe, an LA ballcap. A cello stood next to the casket and some of his artwork in the distance – I remember thinking “this is so so very sad that a boy so young had to die.” If it had not been for my wife and daughter needing me, I thought “why couldn’t it have been me?” I’ve already lived a good life – this boy was just starting his.
The feeling I got at the funeral was that I missed out on knowing someone very special, someone worth knowing. Someone who probably would have accomplished great things, who would have inspired others to do great things. It was the sadest funeral I have ever been to and yet, the most uplifting and inspiring.
I’m trying to think of what I can do today in honor of Cameron Freeman whom I never knew.
I tried to smile at everyone I passed today – whether they smiled back or not didn’t matter. I was extending my “Ki” or positive spirit which I had learned in Aikido many years ago but for some reason forgot to practice.
I don’t know what else I will do today, perhaps I will call a friend whom I never call; gather some things for the Goodwill tonight; make supper for my family; just try to be a better person.
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Tuesday, December 07, 2010, 14:38:32
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