When All Is Said and Done...

(Okay, whoa. That's a LOT of stairs to ask a dead person to climb. I wonder if Heaven comes equipped with escalators...)

One of the top sports writers for The Star passed away on Monday. Naturally, a number of his colleagues have immortalized him in words, recounting how hard-working, loving, and fun he was.

A really sad story.

However, it also makes me think: what would people say about me if I suddenly died?

You often hear about funerals that are filled beyond capacity for people who want to pay their respects to a friend – inside jokes are shared, tears are shed, and memories are remembered wistfully as times that were never really appreciated until it was too late.

Maybe it’s selfish to think about my own end in the midst of hearing of someone who has actually passed and who’s family and friends are, no doubt, trying to process their grief of losing a loved one well before their time.

But really – I can’t help it. My biggest fear (okay, not my biggest – space is my biggest fear, that shit is scary – but one thing that I’ve thought about that worries me) is that no one will show up to my funeral, or that people will show up and they won’t have any good stories to tell about how much fun I am (besides the fact that I thought so) or how empty the world would be without me (hint: VERY).

But seriously. While I obviously wouldn’t know who was there or not (unless I pull a Ross Gellar, which, believe me, has crossed my mind more than once), it makes me wonder if I’m making as much of a positive impact on the people in my life now - as much as they do for me - to have that carry over to when I have checked out.

I hope so.

Love,

M