March 18, 2011

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    This morning as I sat in the chapel listening to the eulogy of a distant relative, I couldn't help but think back to an activity that we did in class just a few weeks before.  In the activity, Chris asked us to picture this scenario:

    Imagine that you were dead and you were allowed to be at your own funeral.  As people gather inside of the chapel, who do you see?  Who do you want to see at your funeral?  How are these people reacting?  What would you want them to remember about you?  When friends and family give eulogies about you, what would you want them to say?  What would you want to have accomplished by then?

    As I kept thinking about these questions inside of my head, I started feeling tears on the rim of my eyes because I couldn't imagine myself dead.  But with all the things that are happening around the world right now, there is no prediction about what would happen next.  I don't "think" I'm afraid to die but I "feel" afraid about it. Maybe this just shows how little faith I am.

    But as the speaker mentioned this morning, take to heart the people who are around you right now.  Take to heart every moment you have on this beautiful planet, despite the distortion that exists.  Take to heart every chance you have to breath. 
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    When I die, I want my funeral to be by the lake or the sea. I want my ashes to be blown away by the wind freely so that I can fly. I want people to be happy and be able to run around, kicking sand and celebrating that I am finally in heaven. I want Jesus to be there to witness this significant finale in my life and be able to bless the people who attend.  I want bright colors and no dull colors like black.  I want it to be a party where people can sing praise and worship God.  I want friends and family to remember me as the Kathy who might not have accomplished much but have at least brought a smile on their face once in their lifetime.

    That's me. Kathy Tse.