Uncle Fred...

I attended a funeral for a relative last week and I have to say, the service was very moving.

The church was filled with friends and relatives who had been, in some way, touched by Uncle Fred. And as Fred was remembered for his great sense of humour and his way of reaching out to help anyone in need, through tear-filled eyes I began to wonder what the person giving my eulogy would say about me and the way I lived my life.

All of things you're supposed to be in life, Fred was. He was kind to everyone, he treated people with respect, he listened when people spoke, and he kept his mouth closed at just the right time. Fred inspired those who came in contact with him and he was there for those who needed a helping a hand. In fact, Fred had attended a friend's funeral on the morning of the same day he himself passed away - he was always thinking of others. Fred wasn't flashy, he just went about his business, never looking for accolades; he comes from a long line of siblings who are much the same way, they're all fine men and women.

And as my heart broke with the vision of Fred's daughter mourning the loss of her father, I wiped a tear away and realized I had the answer to how I want to be remembered - he was just like his Uncle Fred, that's what I would want them to say.

Now it's up to me to make that happen.